This morning, I am trying to find the right desk chair. It’s important to have a good chair when you type as much as me. The one I was using up until today, was making my back hurt because it had no back support. We need support.

It’s been a quiet morning, which is different from yesterday as well. Gus is behaving and the front porch arena is calm. I love my porch and the swing hanging from it. Up until a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure how much I loved it.

I found this picture while googling ‘Happy Friday’ quotes. It doesn’t say one word about Friday, but I thought it was pretty. The hardwood floor is what drew me in because I love my hardwood floor. It’s important to “Be still”, calm your mind, so you can see what is going on around you. Listen.

This picture eluded me to believe it was about Friday, just like these birds think my front porch is a barn. They are Barn Swallows and they were cute for about a week. This old farmhouse has a beautiful wood beam with a ledge framing the porch. It is similar to a barn structure, so they think.

They built nests in three corners of the porch. Why they built three, I am not sure, unless they have plans to expand. I love birds, but one nest on the porch is more than enough. They had babies in one and they have grown to the point of flying on their own. I love how the mothers scoots them out of the nest. She lines it with feathers when they are first born, and as they grow she removes the soft lining. The nest gets so uncomfortable, they are more apt to leave.

Isn’t that how it works? We are happy as long as we’re comfortable, but as soon as we start to feel discomfort, we freak out. The mother bird watches her babies learn to use their wings and swoops down to catch them if they are going to hit the ground. She throws them back up in the air to try again and again. Watching out for their safety.

This is one way God works in my life. He scoots me out of my comfort zone, so I will fly and trust Him to catch me.

I have a barn behind the house. Yesterday, when I sat in the swing to spend time with God, they started dive bombing my head. I guess they were still learning to fly and kinda clumsy. They seem to be doing better today, so they can stay for now. It’s if it  comes down to me sitting in the swing, enjoying some quiet, or them stealing my joy, they will be introduced to my barn. They are named Barn Swallows for a reason, and this is my home, not their barn.

Barbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com