Yesterday I was surprised when a large hawk swooped down
across the road in front of me. I’m used
to seeing them overhead but recently have seen a couple just sitting on fences
or low in the trees. After seeing the
hawk I continued my walk and heard a rooster crowing and crowing. Roosters belong on Old McDonald’s farm, not
in the middle of Hapeville! At a dinner
Tuesday night Matthew Pinson said that he has a pair of whippoorwills behind
his house even though he lives in Atlanta near I-85. A bird expert sitting with us said that was
highly unusual. But the song of a whippoorwill is unmistakable. Our birding
friend related the time he and his wife were in Germany when one of the other
tourists complained that there were cuckoo clocks all over the hotel. He explained that it was really cuckoo birds
she was hearing. Our ears are attuned to
our surroundings and we notice something that sounds out of place – even the
odd click or squeak in our car. Yet
often, we don’t hear God’s voice trying to break into our normal
surroundings. That’s because God doesn’t
always crow loudly or sing incessantly like the mockingbird that used to perch
in the tree outside my bedroom and keep me up all night. God often comes in a still, small voice. We have to listen a little closer; but wow
when we hear his voice – how sweet it is.
Holy God, help us to hear your voice above all the others
that would crowd you out. We ask in
Jesus’ name. Amen.
God bless,
Paige
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