Breakfast With God

11/29/25. 4:52 a.m. 36 degrees. I sit in my famous rocker, under the overhang on my small redwood porch, wrapped in my blanket with a small heater under my chair. It is amazing how warm I feel. I am surrounded by darkness. I hear the pitter-patter of little feet in the bushes just beyond the great fir tree, just a few feet away. My curiosity is piqued as to what might show up.

I thank God for answering my prayers once again. He is always there. All you have to do is ask and believe. The belief is the faith part; without that, there is nothing.

God just wants us to love him. It's so simple just to love our creator, who is our Father, and to follow the example he set in the life of Jesus.

6:18 As Thanksgiving is over, I reminisce on all that I have to be thankful for. It is not only the obvious but the silent, invisible support of God through all the trying times of my life that went unnoticed. Now looking back, I realize I was never alone. I had only to grab onto the hand that was waiting for me.

6:26 The Titmouse has begun his morning song, and the other birds have joined in to make a harmonious chorus. I am currently reading a book about the evil warfare that has been going on since time began. I know that wherever there is a weakness, evil can enter, such as our thoughts, and have us believe things like "I am not good enough," or I am stupid or fat and so it goes. The stronger our relationship with God is, the weaker the evil one becomes, and that door will close.

I drink my coffee, say my prayers, talk with God, and read the next chapter of the Bible. It is about Saul, who was making it his business to kill anyone who was Christian. God confronted him, drove out the Devil, changed his name to Paul, and used him to preach his word to the ends of the earth, meaning the Gentiles.

7:06 I laid food down on the driveway nearby and sat back to watch the action as the Bluejays, one by one, flew down to take their share of the peanuts. I watch them fly high up in the pines to eat their treasures. I hear footsteps again, but can't quite make out who's coming. First, I see one leathery foot, then slowly another. Then a long, ugly neck shows up with what could be considered a beautiful, colored head; it's a matter of opinion. Yes, it's a turkey, and he has brought a multitude of friends with him. Now the Doe has shown up with her family, and they all eat together. Such gentle souls. Isn't it wonderful how nature can get along and share, no matter the shape, size, or color?

See you next time with Breakfast with God