Remembering

The birds perch, filling up the morning sky with their song, while I sit in the grass below. My voice scrapes the sky, waiting for an answer from heaven. Meanwhile the birds request what they need and their needs get fulfilled. So I request only what I think I need and wonder why my prayers go unanswered. Until I remember... "My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts," says the LORD. "And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine (Isaiah 55:8)."