Time for some prayer and a big mug of Door County Highlander Grog Coffee. I look forward to starting each day with prayer and that cup of coffee.
I started cleaning up the yard a little this week and I noticed that we have a lot of pine cones to rake up. They fell from our fir trees during the fall and winter. There seems to be more than ever. There used to be a lady that would come by and ask for the pine cones. She used them to make wreaths and other crafts. I know there are many uses for pine cones and some are edible. I have heard that the right ones, while green make an excellent jam. We haven't seen her in a few years.
Today, pine cones are prized food sources for squirrels, woodpeckers and crossbills, but about sixty million years ago, they were a favorite meal of Parasaurolophus, the famous crest-headed hadrosaur (often referred to as duckbill dinosaurs because their skulls resemble modern ducks). I hope I don't see any dinosaurs in the neighborhood.
We have an ample supply of squirrels and other birds who munch on the pine cones. It is just another way to show that God takes care of His creation. I am sure that most of you will nor sit down to eat a plate of pine cone stew tonight, but some squirrel thinks that they are fine dining. They rely on God to provide for them. Out trees started out as 8 inch saplings and now stand very tall. I remember praying over each one that they would be sturdy and provide a wind break for the house. They have served us well and fed hundreds of birds, held nest after nest and provided food for plenty of squirrels. Some of those pine cones probably adorn a home or two at Christmas. I will save a small pile of the cones for our furry friends. A fresh batch will be here before you know it.
Matthew 6:25-34 New International Version (NIV)
Do Not Worry
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[a]?28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
I said I start each day with prayer and it is usually a prayer of thanks for all we have been given and who Rene and I have been blessed with to love. God has taken care of our needs and deserves our thanks. Again I see Him at work caring for the critters in our yard.
God bless,
Marty
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