We were up on Burnaby Mountain in British Columbia, you know, where eagles fly. It wasn’t too long before two, no three, of these magnificent birds soared overhead. One of them dived swiftly down the mountainside obviously after prey. What a thrill to watch.
My step-daughter Kelsey, had taken me and my grand-daughter up there. She had packed a picnic lunch and there we were, munching on sandwiches and delighting in the magnificent work of God’s creation. Far below were fiords with boats moving peacefully through silent waters. Where ever we turned our eye there were mountains and in our immediate surrounds winding paths and flowerbeds filled with tulips and daffodils.
Later we drove to Stanley Park. it was sobering to see the damage done by the wind storm of a few years ago, but even there we saw the start of new life springing forth.
Driving on we crossed Lion Bridge Gate and headed out to Grenville Island to browse the stores where exquisite and very expensive merchandise was for sale. And then we settled at a table to eat supper. While there we heard a terrible commotion going on over the water, Seagulls screeched and dived in great agitation. The cause – one of those magnificent eagles had flown into their territory. He was out numbered and had to beat a hasty retreat! Made me think, how we can wander into unsafe territory if we are not in tune with God.