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Dove on Glass


I left a comment on a blogger’s website about the dove that crashed into my picture window. Simultaneously, another blogger left the same message and the author of the website did a double take. It’s happening frequently. Doves seem to be everywhere. I began noticing this last year at this time. Every time I would enter my driveway, doves were flying from one pine tree to another in front of my home. I thought to myself: “How nice these birds are; they are like a welcoming committee.”

I don’t know if you can make out this photo. It was taken on the inside of my home looking out. We discovered a pile of feathers in front of the window outside when we found the poor bird that lost his life in flight. Judging by the imprint of the dove’s beak, eye, breast, tail feathers and bent wing in flight, I don’t think he felt a thing!

I got an email from an author of devotionals who wrote about the people who contacted her in amazing numbers about the doves in their yards. She went on to write that the dove is a symbol of peace and perhaps these doves are a reminder of the peace that God gives us in difficult times. I like that! I end with two of my favorite verses in the Bible about peace and wish you His amazing peace for your life.

In peace I will both lie down and sleep;
for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8

Acquaint now yourself with Him [agree with God and show yourself to be conformed to His will] and be at peace; by that [you shall prosper and great] good shall come to you. Job 22:21

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