Sunshine, flowers and God's beautiful creatures were splashed everywhere on an early spring morning. Outside the kitchen window, hummingbirds with their long beaks were drinking succulent juices from the cherry red feeder.

A few steps away a bright yellow finch was already using the birdbath full of clean water. Papa bluebird, all dressed out in his coat of blue that is just to pretty to put in words, was sitting on top of the bluebird house. His watchful eye was guarding Mama bluebird and their five baby bluebirds inside the birdhouse. Occasionally he would fly away, but soon return with food hanging out of his mouth for the little ones.

The squirrels were digging up the nuts they buried last fall. It didn't bother them one bit to make another hole in the freshly mowed yard. They sat up on their hind feet gleefully chattering to one another and showing off their acorns they had retrieved.

To add to God's sovereignty, the azaleas were blooming profusely in our neighborhood. Some were red. Others were white, pink and orchid. They were all magnificent displays of God's beautiful world.

I loved it, and basked in the joy of so much beauty surrounding me.

But, it was Little Robin that stole my heart that day. Walking leisurely down the driveway, trying to absorb as much of the spring day as possible, I spotted a robin. Maybe his color was not as bright as the other birds, but the message he was sending my way was very melodious.

He was digging hard trying to find a worm in some fresh dirt by the driveway. Amidst the busyness of his day, Little Robin found time to sing. I am sure baby robins in a nest somewhere close, were waiting on that worm for their breakfast. Little Robin dug faster and sang louder.

"Hi, Little Robin," I found myself speaking to him as I walked past. "Chirp, Chirp," meaning "Hi, to you," was his answer. I went on to the mailbox. Robin kept digging and singing.

Returning to the house, I thought about the birds of the air that I had watched receive their nutrition earlier in the day. It was simple little worms, but given by a God who watches over them.

Who would want an acorn for lunch? Yet, the squirrels were overjoyed to find one hidden deep in the soil. Food from the master was a banquet to them.

Observing the vivid, colorful azaleas one more time, I knew there was not one garment in the closet of any house in our cove quite so beautiful. A lot of people in this earthly place we call home have lovely voices. But, none can match the chorus from our feathered friends, heard just outside our windows in the early morning.

May that spring day always be a reminder that God will give unto us. Much like my new found friend, Little Robin, help us, Lord, to keep a song in our hearts and on our tongues during the busy and sometimes overwhelming hours of the day.

As we seek to give Him first place in our lives and live as He desires for us to do, God promises our needs will be met.

The same God who watches over the birds of the air, the squirrels running on the ground, and our azalea gardens will care for us.