I am back at the camper this week taking a mini-vacation. My friend, Pam, drove from Nova Scotia to spend the week. Today we strolled around Bar Harbor and enjoyed a delightful lunch in a lovely Italian restaurant.
After a good day together, when I got in bed I heard a bird singing. What an unusual sound in the night! I read in Streams in the Desert that there is a bird which only sings in darkness. Both my friend and I have had a rough year and neither of us did much singing. Perhaps God was singing over us for He saw this day on the horizon, way before we could even imagine it.
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