Country Mouse, City Mouse

This morning, when I awoke from a restless sleep, I heard a train somewhere in the distance. No birds, no rooster, no wind among the trees, but a noisy, wailing train. In the half light, I felt uprooted somehow. I felt like the country mouse visiting his city cousin, just this isn't a visit. This is to stay.
Since I last posted a lot of wonderful things have happened in my life. I got married to my very best friend, went on my honeymoon, and settled into a little tiny apartment in the middle of a not-so-tiny city. As much as I am enjoying my new life, my new name, my new home, this is not the quiet sylvan corner of nowhere I grew up in. This is a humming, thrumming, bee hive of humanity. And this country girl is just a little bit out of her element.
But God gave me a tree.
A real tree. A huge, four story tall green tree. And it's just outside my living room window. And you know what else? There's a bird's nest in it. Just outside my window. So when I sit in my living room and listen, I can hear a bird singing. I can watch a squirrel scampering through the branches. Sometimes, I can even hear the breeze in the leaves.
Because that's the kind of God I serve, the kind of God who calls a country girl to the city, but makes sure that she has a tree outside her window. Complete with a bird's nest.