Why a bird nest means so much to me. cfspre@bellsouth.net

Gardening and nature is something that I enjoy very much.  In 2008, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  A few weeks after I began chemo treatments, my hair began falling out.  On a Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in my garden room running my fingers through my hair and watching the breeze carry the clumps away.  I was trying to come to terms with being bald as I had made the to decision to have my head shaved that night.  A few months later, my husband was out cutting the grass.  He was cutting in the middle of the lawn where there were no trees.  He looked down and saw the most perfect little bird nest sitting there on top of the grass.  He picked it up and brought it to me.  It was so little and precious.  Guess what was in it?  That's right...strands of my hair!  By this time treatments were taking a toll on my body, but this little nest told me that God would take care of me just like he does the birds.  I knew I would be just fine, and I am.  Glory be to God!