Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come–
I need reminding that what I offer from my heart reflects what I will receive there. If I’m grumbling and breaking like a dying vine instead of a green tree, my discouragement entangled by the cobwebs and mildew of worry, then no singing bird will come.
So much better to nurture the singers of joy and gladness with a heart budding green with gratitude, anticipating and expectant.
The welcome mat is out and waiting.
Any time now…