I stood under the pavilion in the deserted park, enjoying the early morning alone. As I looked up into its apex my eyes were drawn to the lower portions where I began to see nests. I walked the perimeter and guessed there to be about a dozen or more. Feeling both happy but wanting for more, I pulled my book out of my backpack to sit for a while.
Psalm 84:1-4 How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, even faints for the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young-Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still be praising You.