Well, here I
sit again, after a very long and tiring 2 days, complete with more transport
dramas and unpredictable moments.
But I just
feel like these are the times the Lord starts the wheels of my mind turning,
drawing my thoughts to Him and His goodness.
As I was
driving today, I had so many thoughts and things I wanted to write down and
share, but no time to actually do it. I did manage to grab a scrap of paper and
scribble some hastily written lines, with the steering wheel as my desk, as I
sat waiting for a roadworks stop light to turn green. But it wasn’t even close
to enough time to write what was rattling round my brain. (Unfortunately, I had
forgotten my little voice recorder)
So, all day
my heart has been bursting with a blessing that needs sharing. I want to share
with you something beautiful.
Struggling to
sort all the freight in the freezing cold room this morning, I stepped outside
to sit on the tailgate of my truck as I waited for Dave to finish a phone call.
I closed my
eyes to breathe a short Nehemiah prayer unto the Lord. I needed the strength
that only God could give and the peace that only He could infuse into my soul.
As I sat for a few seconds, basking in the beautiful sunlight, warming me from
head to toe, I prayed for the Lord’s direction. I prayed that He would give Dave
wisdom for the days troubles and help to calm his already stressed body and
brain. I prayed for patience and love and peace for me, and the ability to
respond correctly and obey submissively.
And as I sat,
a little bird began to sing. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his glorious
song. This little bird was singing his song of praise to the Lord. And he was
singing a peace into my heart. While the chaos reigned, the little bird sang.
What an
amazing display of God’s goodness! I saw it as a touch from God. I felt like
God was reminding me that He was near. He was reminding me of His comforting
presence.
And it didn’t
end there. Throughout the rest of the day, when I should have been flustered
and harried at being late for deliveries, due to the morning’s dramas, and the
endless stream of caravans and roadworks along the highway, I felt peace. I
looked into the sky and God had thought it perfectly suited to place my
favourite shaped clouds in the sky. (Does anyone else have a favourite type of
cloud?)
Not only did
he put the clouds in the sky, but He turned up the saturation on the colours
all over! The reds were redder, the greens greener, the blues bluer and so on.
I turned on
one of my favourite podcasts and it just so happened (although I know it wasn’t
a coincidence), that the lesson was on gratitude and having a grateful heart.
Making sure to thank God each and every day for the little things as well as
the big. And making it a point to be grateful, in the midst of a trial, knowing
and trusting God, having faith that He already knows the end of our story and
we need not fear.
And as I
drove down the dirt road, gazing at the beautiful creation all around me, I
listened to music that soothed my soul and brought such a calm that I felt as
though I could have driven for ever.
And all
because a little bird sang. A little bird, given his voice by God in heaven
above, sang a song of worship to his creator and in doing so, calmed my anxious
mind and soothed my fretful, and burdened heart.
That little
bird was no accident. I believe that emphatically. God sent that little bird on
a mission. He sent him to me at that exact moment in time. Right at the time I
breathed a prayer up to heaven, God sent a song.
Listen for
those little birds in your life. Those heavenly whispers. That still small
voice that speaks to your heart.
Rise up in
worship, and praise God for those little reminders of His love.
Psalm 103:1-2
Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is
within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all
his benefits:
Psalm
104:12 - By them shall the fowls of the
heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches.
Psalm
150:6
Let every thing that hath breath praise the
LORD. Praise ye the LORD.
Beautiful. Thanks, Jillian.
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