Make music to the Lord with the harp…and the sound of singing… Psalm 98:5
I love our backyard and much of my morning quiet time is spent listening and watching my feathered friends, the robins who just added three little ones to their family; and the wren who sleeps in a hollowed out coconut shell hanging on the back porch…all bring a delight to my soul.
Last spring a sparrow’s song was my morning joy, very early on a Sunday. I could hear it but could not find the chorister, and spent several moments quietly positioning myself to find the source of this cherub-like music. There he was!
Tiptoeing around the yard, I could both see and hear the little fellow but when he saw me, he stopped chirping momentarily and scurried out of sight from the unwelcomed audience; soon he began his song again. He certainly wasn’t singing to me!
This little dance went on for several more minutes. I would strain to find him; the singing would stop. Once out of sight, he would start up again.
Why was he singing this day so beautifully? Was he singing for the other birds in the neighborhood? Why did he want to be alone? Or, was the little bird singing to the heavens in honor of his creator?
There are times when we all want (and need) to sing alone. I don’t know about you, but I cherish my quiet times. I am not lonely during those precious moments, and the truth is, I am not alone, either. Just my Heavenly Father and I, sharing, laughing, crying, and singing! Glory!
Father, teach me more about being a sparrow, singing my heart of praise to You. Thank you for meeting me on that morning in the backyard. See You there again, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow! Amen and amen.