Friday, July 19, 2024

Dear God,

This morning in the early morning hours as a misty rain fell, a sweet birdsong rose in the air just outside my back-room window.  While I read my devotions, the bird continued her song.  It had to be a song of praise because it continued.

Surprise messages of gratitude, hope and praise erupt all around us if our spirit ears are open.  If we pause long enough to listen, we are blessed, lifted up and peace can spread all around us.  Our breath slows, our mind eases and our bodies just drink in the tranquility we long for.

Thank you

for your

blessed message

this morning,

O God.

If the birds

have this much

about which

to praise,

how much more

can we offer.

Thank you,

sweet mercy,

for finding me

this morning.

Yours, Andrea