The birds are singing again this morning. I’m not sure where they hid when weary winter came for a surprising May visit. I saw many of them fluttering about in confusion, but this morning they are singing again.
And I know who is sustaining them.
I know the One who is holding things together so the birds can sing their song to heaven for a morning audience. I know Him.
The birds are singing and how can I not sing with them? I get overwhelmed at the song creation sings because I know there is always a place for me in the choir. As God does whatever He pleases (Psalm 115:3), He is pleased to hold things together (Colossians 1:17) and invite us into His joy.
The birds do not sing to say thank you as God holds them together and writes the music for their song. They do not sing to exchange beauty for beauty.
The birds sing because God gave them a song.
Who has given a gift to God that he might be repaid? For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. (Romans 11:35–36)
The birds sing because God receives glory when creation steps into His joy and He wrote the music for just such a celebration. He is the conductor as much as He is the composer of creation’s song and there is a part for me to sing today.
May God be praised as I sing the song hidden in my heart in praise of His glorious grace!
Today, I will rest on His goodness – in my doubting and in my fears.
And inside my resting I will sing freedom and joy into the blowing, Friday sunshine. I will sing to remember His constant friendship, His faithful refuge, and His future grace.
I will wake up my affections at morning and noonday and evening to throw my heart’s melodies at the skies because this is what my heart is most at home to do.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy
“We have seen the hope of Your healing
rising from our souls – Oh, is the feeling
we are drawing close
Your light is shining through”
This morning, I am singing my heart into wakefulness. I am singing my soul into serenade to the One who gives me voice, the One who gives me notes, the One who gives me breath –
the One who wakened me.
What a glorious thing to be AWAKE in this life – to feel the wind gripped by Autumn and see the sky painted in shades of blue. What a glorious thing to be AWAKE and how desperate the call to wake the still sleeping.
Compel is a pretty serious word.
It means, “to drive or urge forcefully or irresistibly.”
What are you compelled to do? What is so irresistible that you can’t NOT do it (I realize that’s a double negative, but it’s necessary).
It’s crazy – something outside a person has power enough to change not just actions, but desires. This isn’t always a good thing. When I was little, my four siblings and I had to make up a rule (one of many), “No singing at the table.” Strange? Yes, but every bit necessary in order to prevent a five way battle for the melody. More than likely, the rule came about because one or more of us felt “compelled” to sing a certain song a certain way to aggravate a certain sibling.
The good kind of compelled? What happened when I looked out the window this morning and saw the sun dancing on rusty leaves – SONG! God’s beauty in creation has a way of compelling the hardest of hearts on the hardest of days into sweet song.
I hope this day is that for you!
let LOVE fly like cRaZy