Chester and Blue...

My sweet neighbor and friend, Marilou, had a gentle way with people, and animals (especially cats) and birds. Maybe it was in the way her voice changed to a higher pitch, whenever she saw Chester, a cat we passed on our daily walk. He had arthritis or some other debilitating ailment, but he couldn't resist her call. He would get up slowly, have to catch his balance and begin to hobble towards us. Every step looked painful. But he would lean up against her legs, and wait for her to rub him all over, and tell him how sweet he was. Then, Chester felt obligated to give Dennis and Bob and me some attention. But it was always Marilou who got his attention first. She'd pick him up and he'll curl up in her arms like he was hers forever.

Then, there was the Blue Jay. She'd tell me about having her first cup of coffee and half piece of toast, and sharing the toast with the bird. She said he would eat it right out of her hand. So, now I am taking over the task of feeding "Blue" the Jay, as many as three times a day. I wonder if "Blue" misses her, too? He comes to my patio window and looks in at me, and waits. He knows. And I even coaxed him into the room, by dropping the seeds while he watched. There has to be a Spiritual lesson in there somewhere.

Something about "Why do you worry? Don't you know that your Heavenly Father cares for the sparrows, and YOU are of much more value than a sparrow."