For some reason I really like this photo. I have often past by this small tree next to that old telephone pole with the old spikes, and I usually always see little birds like these resting on the branches—without a care in the world. Oh, look at the birds. They have no worries. I wish I were as worry free as the birds.

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26.