“Morning is coming!”

I woke up earlier than planned this morning. Although not by choice, our electricity for the entire street is out and as I was on the phone with the electric company reporting the outage I had to step outside to confirm both sides of the street were without power. Ironically, one lone house on the end of the street has lights. Must be nice! But, in the silence I heard the singing of what seemed like flocks of birds in the distance.

It’s amazing the lifestyle we have grown accustom to with all the bells and whistles all brought to you by the wonder of electricity. I noticed something was missing too… the hum and buzz associated with the power.

I tried to go back to bed seeing it was before 5:30am… there were more sleeping hours available.  But, in the distance I noticed the sweet sound of birds singing. They were signifying the coming dawn. I’ve heard them before when I have had to be out and about this early. They are always singing this early. I would venture to say they start about 2 hours before the break of the first ray of light.

If I had the internet (not powered by electricity) I would google this info and understand the significance of there early morning communications. But, sadly enough it’s not going to happen. But, what I can do is sit here and listen….. to the pilot light on the hot water heater, the tick of the wall clock, me tapping on the keys of my laptop and then the sweet song of these birds signing, “Morning, morning is approaching.”  But this would usually be drown out by the hum of modern conveniences blocking out the sound.

There is a spiritual application here. For everything in the natural there is a spiritual connection. Psalms says, “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning”.

We have all endured sorrow. We have all cried and begged God for the light of morning to start anew. I think God created these little creatures to signify the approach of the coming dawn. But, sometimes all the bells and whistles drown out the sound of the “watchman on the wall”. There have been times I have begged to hear from God that my trial was over. I have looked and looked…. thinking to myself “why doesn’t He ever answer me?” My problem? I’m connected to another power source and I can’t hear Him. He has sent the song of the bird and I can’t hear it over the hum. “Morning is coming, morning is coming”

God where are you? Tweet, tweet, tweet…. Morning is coming, morning is coming… But God will this night ever end? Tweet, tweet, tweet…. I feel so all alone, in the dark…. tweet, tweet, tweet.  He was talking all along and I didn’t hear Him.

“Morning is coming, morning is coming!”