Tuppence a bag!

A letter to my mother and sisters:

“I want you to see with the eyes of my heart for you.

So often we are focused on the big picture, on the big dream, on the big idea.

But what if God’s love for you is like the grains of sand by the sea.  Every grain collected over time and season.

I want you to know that you have cared for and loved children and that may seem small to you.  

Maybe you haven’t seen the big deposit for your future in this.

Maybe your love feels like small crumbs to feed birds with.

Listen to the words of this song.”

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes
In her own special way to the people she calls
Come, buy my bags full of crumbs

Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence (anything at all) from you

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
"Feed the birds, " that's what she cries
While overhead, her birds fill the skies

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that she cares

Though her words are simple and few
Listen, listen, she's calling to you
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag

 (Feed the birds-Julie Andrews)

-In her own special way to the people she calls-she feeds them and shows them she cares, and all around the cathedral-the saints and apostles are smiling each time she appears.