Happy Birds

As I sit in the back yard reading Randy Alcorn's Happiness, with little Renee resting on the footstool, I feel very happy.  I am still and I know who my God is; what is there not to be happy about.  I think then of the plans for later in the day when a dear friend of ours will come over with his teenage son and daughter for pizza and a movie.  As I think about the fun evening, a gang of tiny, twittering birds congregate in the crabapple tree to have a party of their own.  We are not so different, me and my friends having fun together and those little birds having fun together, except that our party will be indoors and not in the crabapple tree.