Oh, Lord, yesterday in kindergarten he learned that birds sometimes go hungry in the winter. He got off the bus with a little packet of bird seed and marched straight out to the backyard, sprinkling the seed on the patio.
And Lord, then he stood there and chirped. With all his might, at the top of his lungs, he stood there and yelled "tweet" at those birds, hoping to lure them to their dinner.
I know You must have seen him. Were You laughing up in Heaven as hard as I was laughing in my kitchen?
There was a sigh or two in my laughter as I watched him. His little heart is so tender, and he so desperately wanted to convince the birds to come and feast. And the louder he "tweeted" the further they flew, of course, and OH, how he wanted them to understand. My heart melts into a puddle at his sweetness, Lord, but it aches at knowing that he'll face many times of pouring his heart into something that may fail. It's more than a mother's heart can bear, really.
Please watch him for me, Lord. When he's all grown up and too far away for me to see him from my kitchen window, please watch him, help him and encourage him.
Please keep his heart tender, and keep it safe.