A new miracle and hope filled sign is given me every morning. As my wife and I walk in the early morning dark we are being greeted with ever more voices, the many song birds of spring. None seem to be the least bit attentive to the concerns of humans but seem to wake every morning with a song in their heart, a song filled with praise and purpose. I often wonder if God did this because he knew how often the cares of this world would stifle the songs of His saints giving him cause to make song birds and stones in reserve. We might meet these stones someday and them tell us how they had longed to sing to Him. How kind the gift of a wondering mind in a wandering body.
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| Tennessee's own Mocking Bird is one of the great praisers of the morning. |
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