Yesterday, Aaron and I had a conversation (while walking from the car to Target to get Father's Day cards) about the line in the Bible about not worrying too much because if God takes care of birds, then of course he will take care of you.  Here's the actual verse:

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is life not more important than food and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life.
Matthew 6:25-27 New International Version

I've always thought about this quote a lot, whenever I get a bit overwrought about things I have no control over. Which is a lot of things.
So I was telling Aaron yesterday that it bothered me a lot to see sick birds around, eating dirty pesto pasta from some crushed plastic container, or even dead ones that seem to have just dropped dead while flying and fell from the sky. He reasoned that God would be taking care of the birds if humans, with our free will, hadn't messed with the ecosystem, which makes sense. But it still bothered me.

And then today as I was driving home from class, I saw a bird diving and gliding in front of my car at a red light. I didn't think much of it until I noticed a moth flying in front of it. The bird was really beautiful, flying after the moth, it went in for the kill a few times and missed, but it never lost sight of the moth. And finally, before the light turned green, the bird caught it and flew off to eat. I didn't realize until I was driving away how much the event applied to my conversation with Aaron earlier.

It doesn't really change the fact that birds can have a really bad time of it, but I thought it was a reaffirming coincidence.

At the Union. In Austin! Whoop.

I'm sitting outside taking a break from studying. So I'm watching 30 Rock, the episode where Liz is going corporate. Seeing her success really cheers me up because it's almost like I'm watching myself succeed. There are a million reasons why I am Liz Lemon. Shall I enumerate the ways?

1. She loves food!
2. She is awkward!
3. She says things like, "You can eat my poo!"

This comparison cheers me up considerably because I was walking on campus to get to the Union today, and started feeling quite old. But then I thought, "Well, Liz is 37, and she is still awesome," and felt much better.