Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.
weather wimps used to being outdoors and on the go, but it’s a rainy, indoors kind of day. Still, I braved the elements to snap these new pictures!
Mama Hummingbird’s scrunched down in her nest, shielding her four-day-old babies from a downpour. More often now, she ventures out to find food or to chase away potential predators. She’s a devoted mommy, protecting her tiny chicks while they grow.
The hatchlings are nearly naked, covered only by the downy feathers cropping up along their backs. You can’t help but notice those oversized, orange beaks! The black bulges on their heads will soon become wide-open eyes, but for now, they’re blind and wholly dependent on their mother.
Like nesting, writing my book requires a great deal of faith, coupled with lots of butt-in-chair time. I’m still learning to trust my intuition, still trying to quiet my inner critic. No doubt about it, this dream of mine is really hard work!
My Ideal Readers (hat tip, Stephen King) helped me hatch a plan for handling some requested revisions. I’m very excited about the possibilities. The cold rain’s pelting my office window, but I’m snuggled into a cozy afghan, ready to write.