Bird Brained
The beautiful Beaver Creek Chapel with its setting nestled in the woods beside the rushing river is an ideal place for quiet reflection. Many events have been attended there since moving to the Vail Valley ten years ago—weddings, memorial services and concerts. However now that I live just 2 blocks from the quaint chapel, I sometimes just go for a short get-away. One recent evening my friend Deb and I had been on a walk through the area, but wanted to have some prayer time together, so I suggested the chapel. The door was unlocked, so we were in luck. We sat in the quiet peaceful auditorium and discussed our prayer needs and then began praying, but there was a distraction. Thud…thud…thud over and over again. Although engrossed in prayer I couldn’t help but wonder who or what was knocking on the window. Was it time to lock the building up and this was a gentle way of getting our attention? Was it someone we knew hoping to see why we were visiting the chapel? As we ...