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I love that first day of
birdsong we get here in the mountains each year. It usually happens in the
first week of March, but it came early and caught me by surprise this
year. I had just woken up and was walking my dogs in the warm morning air.
Suddenly the sun rose over the hilltops, the world grew golden, and the
birds started to sing. At least 12 different birdsongs poured out from the
treetops. Each one had its own melody, its own beauty, and its own joy. As
they blended together the whole world seemed full of love, full of wonder,
and full of light. It was a glorious Symphony that Beethoven or Mozart
themselves would have been proud of. It sang praises to the goodness of
life and the greatness of God. I was so delighted to be able to hear it
once again. I knew too that it would continue for several weeks to come as
the birds built nests, found mates, sung of love, and started the cycle of
life all over again.
As fantastic as it
was hearing the birds singing in the morning, though, I find it even more
wonderful when I hear human voices singing. That is because we will always
have one advantage over the birds: we don’t have to wait for Spring to
sing. We can sing when it is cold and dark. We can sing Christmas Carols
when our lives are in the midst of Winter. We can sing songs of light when
the sun is still hidden by the clouds. We can sing of joy even when our
hearts are hurting. We can sing of love even when we feel unloved. We can
sing praises to God in Heaven and then use our song to bring Heaven to
Earth as well.
The birds may
welcome the Springtime with their songs, but we can create Springtime with
ours. God gave each of us a special song to sing with our lives. It is up
to us, however, to sing it. Don’t keep your own voice quiet. Join in the
Symphony and bring music, light, love, and joy to the world. We are all
Children of God and be it light or dark still we sing.
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