The Gift

Today, I hopped in my car, picked up my cell phone and saw I had missed a call from my friend Rachel. Before checking my voicemail, I called her back. She wanted to tell me about the nest a little female Robin had built in the wreath on her front door in case I wanted to take photos of it. In an instant I was delighted and thankful to Rachel for calling me to come and take photos of this beautiful treasure in nature.    When I arrived, Momma Robin flew off to a safe branch where she could keep an eye on her eggs. I borrowed a stool from Rachel and began my quest to take the perfect shot of these three beautiful and delicate eggs. It was harder than I thought to get an awesome photo, but the ones I did get turned out just fine.

It was a treat just to view these precious eggs up close and it made me think of the mystery we are getting ready to celebrate in the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ.

It is no wonder that the egg is a symbol of Easter with life concealed in a fragile shell. As theses sweet birds continue to develop in their beautiful blue shell, they will soon break free and breathe life

 just as Jesus broke free from the bonds of death to breathe love into each of us and give us everlasting Life.

I thank Rachel for the gift of friendship in knowing that I would love to take photographs of these beautiful eggs, and in also indirectly reminding me of the gift we all have been given in the Resurrection of Christ.