The Birds, They call to Me

I get up groggy, not happy at all after what seemed like an eternity of turning and twisting in my bed, not finding the sleep I yearned for.

Routines make thinking unnecessary in these first moments of the day. I turn the coffee on, get on my knees and commit my day to my King.  I mean it, but still, I am just not happy, and I can’t make myself change my pouting self.

I curl up on my chair and I do my best to set my mind. It could be a great day if I let Him rule me. If I turn away from my feelings, from my achy, tired body, from my exhausted, worn out mind, from my strong, unhappy feelings. It really could be a great day. But I don’t want to work at it. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to put on my big girl panties. I don’t want to put on my robe of righteousness and act like who I am. I just want to pout.

Oh, Lord, please help me!

And then I hear it through the closed window.

A single bird praising God for the new morning.

A single bird declaring the glory of the Lord and calling me to do the same.

I open the window, drink in the warm air and listen intently. And the bird keeps on singing. And that bird, it was created by God to reveal His glory. And that bird, it calls me to stand up and put my big girl pants on and clothe myself with the praise that is due to my King.

And that bird, it was sent by God to tenderly wake me up to reality beyond my how I feel. And just like that, I remember Matt Redman’s song:

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning,

It’s time to sing your song again,

Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me

Let me be singing when the evening comes

My spirit fills with praise. It spills out of my mouth, and my body is energized. And I marvel at God’s kindness reaching out to me past my pouting and tiredness. And I marvel at God’s kindness loving me right out of the flesh.

Sing like never before, O my soul, worship His holy name!

 

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33 comments

  1. Isn’t it just beautiful when God allows HIS beautiful creations (the birds) to sing HIS praises? They praise HIM so naturally, without much thought or hesitation! Blessings to you!

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  2. It’s time to sing your song again.
    Yes, I like that very much. We have mourning doves come down into our driveway with their sweet cooing every day and it soothes me, helps me remember that we are meant to welcome adversity, and the triumph that comes from it. God is there, in the struggle, in the low moan of a doves’ mourning, in the robe of righteousness just waiting for us to pick it up. It is a good day.

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  3. We sang that song this morning and it always makes my own heart sing. Thank you for your honest words. They were needed. Blessings to you.

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  4. Like you I have often wakened with the same feelings and “not wanted to put on my big girl panties” : )
    And God has also spoken so tenderly at times through something like this. Thanks for sharing this. I hope you’ll link it to TGIF on Bible Love Notes this Friday.
    Bless you.

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  5. When I came across the name of this post, it just tripped me out! In the past couple of weeks, every morning, I’ve been listening to the birds, very early in the morning, I’ve listened to their worship and it too has set my day. ALL creation praises Him! and sometimes I feel like the birds are singing a love song to me from the Father. He is so good!

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  6. Hey, I agree that there are times when a good pout feels good, but then we realize that Praise to our Lord changes things. If a bird can sing, so can I. Thanks for sharing at “Tell Me a Story.”

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