growing feathers

The blackbird who was moulting severely
and looked rather undone by his appearance,
is growing feathers again.
He still looks a bit...as if you want to look twice...but not being too rude.

Sometimes in our life.... just like the moulting birds, or the autumn trees,
we are losing our feathers, our leaves... our appearance... being not so dignified...
or even naked.

Birds don't mind...we do...

for God ...........He already knew.
He knows exactly what we look like... our outward and inward appearance..,
every hair is counted...He knows our heart

He sees, knows when we loose some feathers,
Always seeing us through the eye full of Love...acceptance and grace!

then its not so bad...dropping some feathers...being undignified.
He is a safe place to Be