Too Good to Be True

I place my bird feeder outside, and within minutes the Northern Cardinals come.

They spy on the banquet: doubting, cautious, suspicious.

It's too good to be true. A feast? Here? Now?  Just when all the winter berries are gone. Just when we wondered if we'd make it.

I stand by the window and watch them finally--after much hesitation and much fuss-- dare to feast.

The whole scene calls out to me: Yes, there's a feast--here, now--and you are welcome to it. Cease the doubt, the caution, the suspicion. Stop fussing, come out of hiding, and just feast.

(And there's even more. I have a whole bag of food inside, waiting for you.) 

Psalm 36:8 "They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light."

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What's keeping us from the feast?