The earth lies dim, quiet, still. The ground stiff from the season’s cold air. While all lies dormant, the moon still shines, the stars begin to hide from the light….
A sound rises above the earth. It sings long and loud, unhindered, announcing the glory of the sun.
When the world has been asleep. When eyes are blind to the reality of another day. When dreams are still spinning…
One wakes before others do, perches itself intentional, beginning to make a sound, rising outloud to the nations.
When covers tuck tight little ones, our homes hold us captive from the four legged creatures lurking wild with their glowing red eyes…
When the sound of the silence has rocked us all to sleep…
The small feathered ones rise to declare their full purpose.
Sounds begin slow, one and then another. Their voices in the dark, sense something grander than what human eyes can see.
Flying creatures, during the day, rising into the heavens, have waited through the night to announce their emergence from the dark promising to rob them.
But they survived….
Not only survived, but find the closest branch and stick their chests up high.
They pull in all their breath and while the earth is still cold and dark, night is still trying hard to hold onto them…
The bird sees something more, they sense, have an inate understanding the sun is about to rise.
They stand strong, burst forth with wild, loud, announcement to the whole earth that dawn is about to break.
No one tells them. The world doesn’t advertise it’s changes.
Instead our flying creature was made to herald it’s existence and what’s about to come.
They tweet high and strong; burst forth louder, livelier and more frequently sounds than what they know within the day….
They are strong. There is hope that rises past the night.
Morning is coming.
Wake all you sleepers. Rise to the promise of the sun.
And when the world might look on our earth bound, flying friends, a purpose that seems useless…
The birds don’t find this time of not foraging or relationship making, useless.
In fact, I wonder, do they just instinctively know that it is their DNA to rise and sing just for the joy of it.
Weren’t they made to do what they were created for? To praise the God who made them?
And Christians….
What if we were like these creatures that knew the rays of the morning sun and boasted long and loud of a new day that is coming?
What if we found our purpose not in what we gathered or who we were attached to, but in carrying out our voices in praise to The One who made us?
What if our story wasn’t in our nest making, our child baring, our far lands flying, but in our One Light Praising?
How might the earth come alive?
The birds know the dawn is coming. So, why don’t you and I?
Isn’t it time we as believers start singing our own Dawn’s Chorus? Instead of loving the night, our sleep, or trying to keep up with the Jones’.
We were made to fly. We know our worth. We have a time. To wake, sing, and call all the sleepers to rise.
Rise saints. It’s time we burst forth in praise.
If the sparrow sings praises, then why can’t you and I?
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Adding my voice to yours to sing His praises at the dawn of each new day.
One day we will sing side by side <3 xx