Outside your window, birds sing, anticipating spring.
Their life is simple yet dangerous. But how they sing – about the simple things. They celebrate the dawn, the cool air of the morning, the discovered meal.
Let their song rise within you, its lightness flowing to your heart, to your limbs, to your shoulders. To your mind.
Fresh hope longs to blossom within your heart. Your loss does not block my love for you. It isn’t the final action.
My strength can flow through you and heal you moment by moment.
Notice the dawn, the cool air of the morning, the meal from a friend. Sing about the simple things, my love.
Anticipate the newness of this season.
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?
Matthew 6:26-27
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
