It was just another morning. And just like I do most mornings, I got my suit on, grabbed a towel, and headed out the side door to soak in the spa. On this morning, I was very "in tune" with God, the Creator, the Being that we all know is there but some of us refuse to acknowledge. I had been sitting in stillness, allowing him to teach me some new stuff...or rather, to rework my old thinking. Anyway, having been in that state of oneness with him...I was more "open" to what took place next.
I slid down into the hot water, and noticed the sun coming up over the neighbor's yard...as it does every morning (well, every morning that there is sun to be seen in the northwest). I adjusted my position to watch the sun's rising. Suddenly I heard bird singing. Not just a few, I mean I heard what sounded like hundreds of birds...each singing their own song. I listened a moment, not remembering ever having heard so many birds singing at once. Then the bullfrog who lives in our pond croaked. More bird songs, and a croak here and there. It was fantastic. I was dumfounded. You know the part of the movie where you don't want anyone to bust in and disturb you because you are so full of emotion and immersed in the scene? That is what this was.
So I listened. I watched. The sun rising slowly over the neighbor's yard, sending shafts of light onto the trees in bloom...pink...white...while the birds sang to welcome it. Glory. That's what I thought. This must be what glory means.
Then...the song slowly faded. Things went back to normal. There were a few birds still singing, so few I could pick out each one. The frog stopped croaking. The sun was up.
And I wondered...how many symphonies just like this one does our loving Creator orchestrate for us each day? How many of them do I miss?
