I admit it. I was a bit of a birdbrain at identifying different feathered flyers. I recognized robins and cardinals, but the rest fell under the category of JABB—Just Another Brown Bird. I tried taking photos on my phone to look up birds with an identification app but ended up with an indistinguishable blob on my screen every time.
What was its head shape? Length of its wings or tail? Bill color? Were there speckles on its wings, belly, throat or chin? Was it a thrush? A sparrow? A warbler?
I couldn’t tell. I stared at another photo of JABB, confused. Stymied.
The same way I’d been feeling about my prayer life. My prayers were about as generic as JABB. Thank you for the day. Bless my sons and daughters. Keep my grandchildren safe.
So different from my mom, who had prayed very specifically for me, my children and grandchildren. After Mom died, I wanted to take on the mantle
