Tag: beauty

Am I a Songbird, a Crow, or Silent?

What kind of bird am I? Do I sing with the rest of the choir when the sun is shining but keep my beak clamped shut when my life is overcast? Worse yet, do I sit on my tree-top and squalk at those around me like a crow no matter how my surroundings appear?

I look forward to walking out the door of my apartment each morning. Not only am I escaping my tiny box of a home that I share with my 110 plus pound great dane and way-too-fat cat, I also enjoy the morning choir of songbirds that I am almost always blessed to listen to as I walk to my car each day. The chirping and singing is so cheerful it can brighten even the darkest of my moods as I make that short treck to the parking lot.

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I glanced out the window and found the skies to be overcast and dreary. I continued getting ready without noticing that my good mood was starting to cloud over with the skies. Though my life is really blessed and I have been very happy lately, I was allowing the blah-ness of the day to affect me without realizing it. When I had completed my morning routine, I grabbed my purse, lunch and keys and headed for my car. My thoughts were consumed by my schedule for the day and shadowed over by the clouds overhead, but about ten feet out my apartment door I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.

Despite the cloudy, dreary-looking skies, I could hear birds singing. I didn’t hear as many voices in the choir as on a sunny day, but that didn’t effect the beauty of their song. I forgot about my to-do list. I forgot about the clouds hiding the sun. I remembered just how blessed I am. I remembered how happy I am. Then I had a random thought. What kind of bird am I?

Do I sing with the rest of the choir when the sun is shining but keep my beak clamped shut when my life is overcast? Worse yet, do I sit on my tree-top and squalk at those around me like a crow no matter how my surroundings appear? I would love to say I continue my song even when I can’t feel the warmth of the sun’s rays on me, but I know I fail at this more often than not. These random thoughts reminded me of the Apostle Paul when he said, “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want (Philippians 4:12, NIV).”

Am I content with my life so that I can sing my way through sunshine, clouds or rain? Am I content with my life so that I can lift some else’s spirit through the clouds or rain? I should sing despite the dark days. The Holy Spirit should be able to use me to lift the spirit of others on the overcast days we share. I should be a songbird no matter the skies.

Writing a Beautiful Picture

Most of the things I write of are tied in some way to personal experiences I have had in my own life.  I usually try to help my readers form visual stories in their minds and follow that story with some moral lesson I have learned.  Today will be different.

Today I am the reader and I have formed a visual story in my own mind like no story my readers could ever contrive from my simple words.  I ask you to read along with me and share this beautiful vision with me.

“Where is the road to the home of light?  Do you know where darkness lives, so you can lead it back to its border?  Are you familiar with the paths to its home?…

“Have you entered the place where the snow is stored?  Or have you seen the storehouses of hail, which I hold in reserve for times of trouble, for the day of warfare and battle?

“What road leads to the place where light is dispersed?  Where is the source of the east wind that spreads across the earth?  Who cuts a channel for the flooding rain or clears the way for lightning, to bring rain on an uninhabited land, on a desert with no human life, to satisfy the parched wasteland and cause the grass to sprout?

“Does the rain have a father?  Who fathered the drops of dew?  Whose womb did the ice come from?  Who gave birth to the frost of heaven when water becomes as hard as stone, and the surface of the watery depths is frozen?…

“Who put wisdom in the heart or gave the mind understanding?  Who has the wisdom to number the clouds? Or who can tilt the water jars of heaven when the dust hardens like cast metal and the clods of dirt stick together?…”

I don’t know if you are able to see the amazing things I see when I read these words.  I don’t know how to even describe the images I visualize as I ponder in complete awe the words God is speaking in this writing.  For now I will simply end by quoting Job’s response to God’s words because I couldn’t say it any better than he did. “Then Job answered the Lord:  ‘I am so insignificant.  How can I answer You?  I place my hand over my mouth.  I have spoken once, and I will not reply twice, but now I can add nothing.'”

Guthrie, George H. “Job 38-40.” Reading God’s Story: A Chronological Daily Bible. Nashville, TN: Holman Bible Pub., 2011. N. pag. Print.