The Early Bird . . . yeah, yeah, yeah!
Posted on May 1, 2007
Filed Under Uncategorized, Spirituality, Life, Singing, Gratitude |
It happened like this. I went to bed, early, to get up, again, to go to the gym. Sweet. Discipline, intention . . . all that. So, I’m sleeping, in a deep sleep even, when an alarm of sorts rang out. And kept ringing. My husband begins to stir. The dogs begin to stir. My eyes are wide open. Wha’?
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You’ve GOT to be kidding. I look at the clock and it reads 4:23. Before long, I got up to shut our bedroom windows. It was a warm day yesterday and nothing feels nicer than a cool late night/early morning breeze, so we opened the windows before going to bed and welcomed in the fresh air.
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Apparently, we welcomed in something more than the breeze. Even with the windows now closed his song rang loud and true. (It had to be a boy, girls are just simply too polite to intrude like that.) Marc is sighing in disbelief . . . the dogs think it’s time to eat . . . and I fling back the covers double-checking the windows. I wish I had a bb gun. I, animal lover extraoridinaire, rescuer of all things fuzzy and cute, hear myself say.
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Frustrated, I go downstairs to see if the culprit has occupied an old nest once owned by a Robin family we grew to love - even replacing the baby birds to their nest when their efforts to fly left them grounded on our front lawn and vulnerable to the neighborhood cats. No. I look out the windows and the guilty bird stays hidden. I go back upstairs with no expectation of falling back to sleep. And I don’t . . . for a long time.
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I laid there, listening to his song. It is kinda pretty. I reluctantly admit. Loud, ill-timed, but pretty. He sang and sang. Bold. Confident. Inspired. He was celebrating his, um, birdness. He was made to sing. He was made to . . . well . . . worship. At that thought, I began to pray. I began to thank God that I, too, was made to worship: To lift my voice, my heart, my life, my gifts, my relationships, my body, my dreams, my all in worship to the One who made me for His pleasure and glory. I want my song of praise to ring out too . . . and maybe wake people from their sleep and into praising God.
That bird invited me to take in the quiet of the morning in the presence of God. I prayed for my husband, my sons, my family, my friends, for organizations doing the Lord’s work, for our government, for the suffering throughout the world. I prayed and prayed and prayed my requests, my grievances, my thanksgiving. . . until I drifted off to sleep with the bird still singing.
Psalm 148: 7-10: Praise the LORD from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths, lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding, you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars, wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds . . .
I woke up, late and in a stupor, and after rushing around my house, arrived at work with bed sheet imprints still on my face. Oh, and I also had a song in my heart, thanks to my little winged friend.
Peace and Blessings,
Nicole Walters
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Hi Nicole, I love your site. How gifted you are. I want to introduce you to my friend Deborah Walker, if you have yet to meet her. She has an online christian radio station and promotes local artists. Her site is www.Daws2000.com( I think) She has extensive experience in music production in L.A. I think it would be a good thing for you two to meet. I’ll refer her to your site as well.Your site was referred to me my Bonnie McConkey,
Love in Christ,
Linda