The other day, Peter--that's the name of my pretty blue Kawasemi friend--came to the branches of Step Creek.
"I won't take a picture of you," I told him; "The other birds--I can photograph them, so all I need is something to get me started if I want to sketch them; but I don't photograph you. You know that. (I promised not to take any pictures of it, and since Dec. 2020 I have not.) Can you hold still so I can draw you real good?"
Sometimes God just wants us to sit still, I think, so he can bless us real good.
