BIRDZ
Much has happened since April 6, 2009---hence the silence. I learned a lot these past few days about miracles, fasting, prayer and the love of a Heavenly Father. The life of a loved one was pulled out of the valley of the shadow of death and brought back into more light. I am so grateful that his is a life of obedience and righteousness such that through him, great ministrations of angels and manifestations of God's love were wrought ..and the miracle that altered the course of his life was made possible to suit God's plans for him...for his edifying and perfecting--and obviously as a means to bless so many people's lives!
As the sun just left the horizon yesterday morning, I slowly backed out of my driveway and pulled the little lever by my right hand to pull the top down and off of my car. It was still dark but the horizon was almost pink and orange. It was a beautiful morning and something inside me told me to turn off my music. As I slowly drove past the automatic gates, I heard some birds chirping. Without thinking, I turned my head towards that sweet sound...but I did not see any birds. But I knew they were there.
I only heard their chirping for a brief moment as I rounded the corner into the street. As I drove past every pine tree that gracefully lined the street outside the gate, I would hear different sounds. Some were sweet chirpings. Some were baby tweetings. Some were sharp whistles and yet some were loud caws. "Wake up!", they all seemed to say. And then some sounds were melodic, serenading and welcoming a beautiful day about to burst.
When I drove by the intersections and apartment complexes, I would hear nothing but the soft engine of my car and others around me. There! I see another tree! And as I pass it, I hear more birds. Then silence until I pass another tree. Some to my left and some to my right. But every tree I pass had beautiful birds singing. I'd tilt my head to the right as I glided past a tree fat with leaves...and then I'd hear the beautiful tones of chirping. Or I'd lean to the left towards another nearing tree and then I'd hear soft tweets and whistles. What a wonderful, beautiful day!
I had passed these trees thousands of times and yet never had I had the opportunity to hear the musicians concealed in their leafy branches as I did this morning. Driving with my top down helped. I am grateful I can drive a beautiful car that can do this. And turning off my usual jazz music helped...though I love jazz, this day was...for the birds. And even now, as I sit and write this, I hear birds chirping outside.
There is beauty everywhere even in what seems banal. And though obviously one can find metaphorical ideas and messages in this posting, I really don't have much of an agenda in writing about those birds.
All I know is that I had a singular experience yesterday morning. And it made all the difference.
As the sun just left the horizon yesterday morning, I slowly backed out of my driveway and pulled the little lever by my right hand to pull the top down and off of my car. It was still dark but the horizon was almost pink and orange. It was a beautiful morning and something inside me told me to turn off my music. As I slowly drove past the automatic gates, I heard some birds chirping. Without thinking, I turned my head towards that sweet sound...but I did not see any birds. But I knew they were there.
I only heard their chirping for a brief moment as I rounded the corner into the street. As I drove past every pine tree that gracefully lined the street outside the gate, I would hear different sounds. Some were sweet chirpings. Some were baby tweetings. Some were sharp whistles and yet some were loud caws. "Wake up!", they all seemed to say. And then some sounds were melodic, serenading and welcoming a beautiful day about to burst.
When I drove by the intersections and apartment complexes, I would hear nothing but the soft engine of my car and others around me. There! I see another tree! And as I pass it, I hear more birds. Then silence until I pass another tree. Some to my left and some to my right. But every tree I pass had beautiful birds singing. I'd tilt my head to the right as I glided past a tree fat with leaves...and then I'd hear the beautiful tones of chirping. Or I'd lean to the left towards another nearing tree and then I'd hear soft tweets and whistles. What a wonderful, beautiful day!
I had passed these trees thousands of times and yet never had I had the opportunity to hear the musicians concealed in their leafy branches as I did this morning. Driving with my top down helped. I am grateful I can drive a beautiful car that can do this. And turning off my usual jazz music helped...though I love jazz, this day was...for the birds. And even now, as I sit and write this, I hear birds chirping outside.
There is beauty everywhere even in what seems banal. And though obviously one can find metaphorical ideas and messages in this posting, I really don't have much of an agenda in writing about those birds.
All I know is that I had a singular experience yesterday morning. And it made all the difference.
2 comments:
That's a nice story. Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks Jordy! I appreciate the attention! Moms like attention a lot. hahaha!!
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