When I was a little girl, I used to go and stay with my aunt for a week every summer.  My aunt loved birds and would feed them right outside her kitchen window so she could watch them.  She even learned how to replicate some of their birdsongs.  Her favorite was the cardinal.  Every time I see one, I think of her.


I inherited her fascination with birds so if you come and sit with me in my backyard, you'll see my birdfeeder and birdhouses.  I look forward to spring when the sparrows build their nests and I will soon hear the baby birds chirping their song.


This year was a little different.  Instead of building their nest in the spring, they came in the summer.   I thought it was a little odd but it wasn't long until I heard the babies singing.


The other day I noticed the roof to the birdhouse was giving way and was only hanging on by one corner.  Not good.  I had visions of the last corner letting go and that precious little family plummeting to the ground.  Last night we had a bad storm and I was afraid to look outside.   Thankfully it was still there hanging by a thread.


I went out to investigate and as I got underneath it, I didn't hear anything.  I pulled the branch down and peered in.  Nothing was moving so I thought maybe the little birds were big enough and flew away.   I decided to take that house down and replace it with another.  As I set it on the ground, I lifted off the roof and to my surprise, there were three little birds fast asleep!   I was horrified because I didn't know what to do.   How was I going to fix this? 


The key word here is “fix.”   Earlier this morning I was struggling with a couple of situations happening to people I love.  I was tormented with worry because I couldn't do anything to fix them.   I sat there and prayed asking God for His help.   He reminded me of this  verse:


“Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?”   Matthew 6:26 NLT‬


At first  I thought He was talking to me about the birds but then I realized He was talking to me personally.  He was trying to help me see that there are certain situations only He can fix and therefore, worrying is pointless.  He cares about my loved ones so much more than I could even imagine.  He has always taken care of them and He always will.  My job is to pray and leave it in His hands unless He tells me otherwise.


So back to the birdhouse.  At first my mind started racing frantically with “What do I do?” but then I heard that verse again about God taking care of the birds.  I ended up putting super glue on the roof and hammering in the old nails the best I could.  After the glue set, I carefully put it back in the tree.   I checked 30 min later and it's still there with the mother bird flying in and out caring for her babies.


If you have been following my journey, you know there's a moral to every story.  This one is about hope.  Hope that God is in control and I don't need to worry.  Hope that He will fix what needs fixing in His way and His time.  Hope that I can believe even when I don't understand.  Hope that He will always bring about something good.  And hope that He will make a way where there is no way.  I know it's not easy to stop worrying but with hope, it's possible. 


Father, help me to remember how much you care about everything that concerns me.  Bring back to my memory all the times You worked everything out.  Help me to let go and lay my worries at Your feet.  Thank you for loving me even when I doubt. 

The Prodigal

By Eileen Glotfelty • April 19, 2026
For those of you who have a prodigal child, you're not alone. What I mean by prodigal is a child who has turned their back on you and put up walls of defense. It came as a surprise, a shock actually. I should've seen it coming but after years of butting heads, I truly thought we were in a better place. The revelation came in a letter where thoughts and feelings were shared. I felt my spirit being crushed as I read it and my heart broke. I know I wasn't the perfect mother. I had struggles and behaviors that had followed me since childhood. I had resolved never to treat my children the way I was treated, but how many of us know that sadly it still happens, but in a different way. When you have a prodigal, it's not about forgiveness and reconciliation, it's about the pain they feel we've inflicted and they can't let go of it. I keep hoping that some day, things will change but there's no guarantee as it takes two surrendered hearts that are open to be healed. It's been four years now since I received that letter. I have grieved in a way I never have before and there were times I didn't think I would make it through. It's a different kind of grief because you know it can change but it's out of your control. It's been a process and I've experienced rejection, abandonment, guilt and shame but it brought me to a place where I knew it was going to keep me in a prison of pain if I didn't surrender it to God so He could heal my heart. The Bible has a story about a prodigal son. Even though the son went his own way and abandoned his father, his father never gave up hope. When the son had an “aha” moment and realized how foolish he had been, he humbled himself and returned home. This is my favorite of the story: “So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 NIV” This is how God greets everyone who returns to Him, no matter what they've done. I pray I would react the same way with my son. If you have a prodigal, my heart goes out to you, but just know that God sees you and your child. He is working behind the scenes as He is a God of redemption and reconciliation. He will heal your broken heart and give you the strength to hold on.

You Are Enough

By Eileen Glotfelty • March 13, 2026
Today I had an errand to do on the other side of town. When I left my house, it was warm and sunny. As I drove toward my destination, I noticed dark, gray clouds up ahead. I had no idea it was supposed to rain. Thankfully I was in the store when the storm rolled in. It was literally a downpour complete with thunder and lightning. I remember thinking I wouldn't be going to my car any time soon. Unfortunately the extended time in the store resulted in some overspending. As I stood in the checkout line. I overheard one of the cashiers say. “I love thunderstorms.” As a child, I loved them too, especially if I was already tucked in bed for the night. I can't explain it but that was the time I felt the most safe. There was something peaceful amidst all the noise. I still feel the same way. Tonight another thunderstorm rolled in. The weather forecast said it could be severe with high winds. I wasn't afraid. In fact. If it wasn't so early, I would've jumped into bed. I had to ask myself why I felt such peace during a storm. I never really thought about it before. Was it the fact I knew that despite all the drama and noise, it would eventually come to an end? It's something I need to think about because my attitude is quite the opposite with the storms of life. I've spent most of my life just trying to survive the storms. Sometimes I've denied them, other times I've tried to run from them and there were times I tried to hide from them but each time, they stopped or moved on. I feel like I'm in a place right now where I need a reminder of safety even in the midst of a storm. Jesus wasn't afraid of the storm, He went right into it and walked on water. Peter got out of the boat and started walking toward him but as soon as he got distracted by the waves and the noise, he started to sink and fear tried to take over. Jesus was still there and when Peter cried out to Him, Scripture says Jesus immediately reached out and grasped Peter's hand and Peter was safe. So Jesus, the storm is raging all around. I'm reaching out to You. I've gotten distracted Lord. I need You. Make me aware when I'm sinking and meet me in the waves for You are my help and You are enough.

Valentine's Day

By Eileen Glotfelty • February 14, 2026
Valentine's Day has always been my favorite holiday. I remember walking past the candy shop in town as a child and seeing all the beautiful heart boxes in the window. One box always caught my eye. It was a huge red heart at least two feet long. It was covered with red silk roses and a red frilly ribbon around the edge. To me it was a symbol of love. I dreamed of the day someone would give it to me. I met the love of my life unexpectedly. He was the kindest, most loving man I ever knew. Not only did he love me, he loved me unconditionally. This was a new concept for me. I was used to giving something to get something, but with him, I didn't have to give anything. He gave of himself and didn't expect anything in return. He showed me what true love was all about. He showed me God's love. We celebrated many Valentine's Days together. There were years we didn't have two nickels to rub together and he would make me handmade cards and paint wooden hearts red with a gold, glittery “I Love You” written on the front. There was one year when the single ladies from our church volunteered to watch the kids so the moms and dads could have a night out. We didn't have the money to do anything fancy so we picked up a meal from Boston Market and went back to our “empty” house. We watched a movie, uninterrupted, and then put on some music and spent time slow dancing. It was my favorite Valentine's Day of all time. When I think back to that time of walking past the candy store, I realized I didn't need a fancy red heart to make me feel loved. I received all the love I could have ever imagined from a man who made me cards and danced with me around the family room. What I've learned is I can still have my dreams but if it doesn't work out the way I thought, God has something better, and if I can lean into that and trust Him, it'll be more than enough because He is enough. Happy Valentine's Day!