We've been sleeping with the windows open the past several nights. It's so good to enjoy the cool fresh air in a house that's been closed up and stuffy all winter.
Each morning about 4:00 a.m. a symphony of birds sings outside our window. I don't know if they come over just for our enjoyment or if they visit your neighborhood too, but they are wonderful! They perform for a good solid half hour each morning and I listen and enjoy. And I wonder, who else hears them? In fact, I wonder, "Why do birds sing at four in the morning? Who do they think is listening?"
Frank, the milkman, lived just up the street from our house when I was a kid. Every morning, Frank would deliver fresh milk, butter and cream right to the milkbox on your front porch. When I was a teenager, I worked for Frank. I don't know when his day started, but he would stop by my house at 4:00 a.m. and we would start our route. We were the only ones up at that time of day, Frank and I. But every morning along about that time the birds would begin to tune their voices and practice their harmonies. I am not by nature a morning person, but those are some of my favorite memories from my childhood. Frank and I bouncing down the street in the Meadow Gold truck listening to the birds sing.
Who did they sing for? Does God really call the birds to wake and sing just for one milkman? Maybe. Isn't that a grand thought. . . .that there are some things in this world God does just for your pleasure! Simply because He delights to see you smile.
Oh, what a good God we have! I know it's still a little chilly for some, but i dare you to open your window tonight - just a crack - and listen for the music.
2 comments:
This was a wonderful blog of fiction. Thanks for sharing. It would have been interesting seeing you get up at 4am.
We do leave our window open at night, and all night long, we get to hear our neighbor's air conditioning unit kick on about every hour. :) Actually, I wonder too if the birds aren't actually singing to their Creator. Maybe, it's possible, that the rest of creation is more in tune with their Creator because they don't have as many distractions as humans do. I know the writers of the Bible are good poets, but could it be that the rocks, grass, flowers, trees, animals, sun, moon all really do "know" their creator, and just exist to enjoy his love and care, and bring glory to Him? When I hear a bird singing, I imagine that the bird really is singing a song to God, and that's cool. God loves the songs of the birds, and he loves us, too.
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