My dear daughter had fallen behind on her business paperwork and called for help, so late this morning I headed out to Webster to lend a hand. I wrote out addresses, signed invoices, and stuffed envelopes. I snuggled a small boy named Jacob and enjoyed a visit with my daughter. It was a good morning.
Before heading home I took a detour down to Irondequoit Bay. Nothing too exciting there, but I did stop to snap a few photos. A woman by the pier asked me if I was a photographer.
"I play," I answered with a smile.
"Are you a birder?" she asked.
"Not really, " I said, but I was there to take pictures and this is where the water fowl congregate. Ducks, geese, swans, and gulls...
"There is a rare bird here this year, " she told me. For a moment she had it in her sight, but when I looked into the glass I saw nothing but water. It was too cold to hang out long and I soon headed back to my vehicle.
"Maybe I'll google it, " I told her.
"It's a King Eider, " she said, "I'm Eider a king or eider I'm not."
I laughed and assured her I wouldn't forget, and I haven't.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.