Egg.

I live in a two bedroom apartment on the 2nd floor of a three story building, and we have a little balcony that is separated from the living room by a sliding glass door. The other day I looked out through the glass door and saw something peculiar. There was a perfectly intact little bird egg, balancing ever so carefully on the narrow railing of the balcony.

 

I have no idea how it got there. One suggestions was that the mama bird landed on the railing and it was so hot that she laid an egg. I don't know....  The really strange thing is that it is still there, two days later.

Narnia, with a little less magic.

"She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood
toward the other light. In about 10 minutes she reached it and found it was a
lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in
the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter
of feet coming towards her."

    - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

What is it about snow that just makes me want to curl up with a good book at home on the sofa while sipping something warm? Oh, why did I have to grow up and get a job? Watching the first real snowfall of the year while sitting at my desk at work just isn't very magical.

Noteworthy Tree.

There are many things that are like special bonuses in my life. It is a special bonus to be able to work in an office that has a window. And not only do I have a window, but I have one with a lovely view.

If you look out the other direction, you can see a large tree. Nailed to this tree is a little plaque that always makes me laugh.

"Noteworthy Tree" It tells passers-by. But what gets me is that it doesn't tell you WHY it has been named noteworthy.
I have learned the answer to my question though. It is "Noteworthy" because this tree that stands outside my office window is the largest White Oak in Virginia. Children come to see it on field trips. I'm even told that George Washington used to tie his horse to this tree (which is actually a real possibility since he used to be on the vestry for the church that I work at).

Have you ever been told that you were noteworthy? Or special? I'm sure that some time or another we've all been told that there is something special about us, and hopefully deep down we know this to be true about ourselves. But do we always know why? I fear that many people go through life being told from time to time that they are special, but not knowing why. And when you don't know why, you begin to doubt it.
Do you know why you're special? I do. I am special because God has made me so. He died and arose from the dead, paying the debt that I owed because of my sin, and reconciling me to himself, because he loves me! His Spirit is in me, and He is growing me into an Oak of Righteousness for the display of His splendor. (Isaiah 61).

That is pretty noteworthy if you ask me. :-)