Yesterday, as I walked down the driveway to put a letter in our mailbox, I saw and heard a flock of geese overhead.
The familiar black, v-shaped pattern was painted against the blue sky.
How beautiful is the example of geese who, like squirrels, hummingbirds, and other animals, make annual preparations for winter.
Seeing the geese, I offered up a silent prayer of thanksgiving.
I thanked God for instilling animals with instincts for their protection and preservation.
I thanked Him that these animals follow the pattern He gave them.
Geese don’t abandon God because His ways don’t make sense to their enlightened minds.
They don’t question the codes He implanted in their natures.
They are and they do exactly what they were created to be and to do.
If only humans were so wise and so faithful.
On Thursday, I will celebrate Thanksgiving.
My heart will overflow with gratitude for the numberless blessings God has given me.
But on Monday, I celebrated geese.