Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Time seemed to stand still as I stood inside the screened door of our front porch. Having recognized the call from the bluebird parents for their fledglings to try their wings for the first time, I had turned from my duties to watch and wait for a rare nature show. In fact, I never saw three bluebirds take turns to fly from the birdhouse on the grape arbor. As the crickets sang and gentle breezes touched me, I let the golden moment sink into my heart before it sped by on summer wings.

But if it seemed like God was saying, "I love you" in that little slot of time in my life, than so much more o...