I love our little swallows in their fancy tuxedos. I love watching them fly through the air catching their meals for themselves and their young. They fly as though they were acrobats with quick dives and many swirls every which way, chirping the whole time with tiny voices. They seem to love it. Just compete satisfaction in their flight. Yet their dancing in the wind isn’t for fun. They do it because if they don’t they die, their offspring die. Can I be like a tiny sparrow? Can I find joy in my purpose, in my daily life? Just lose myself in what God has laid out before me to do each day?