This week has been a week of quiet, solitude, and reflection.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my mojo.
It’s not that I hadn’t spent significant time with God. I had.
But, my soul was hungry for moments like this…
If you’ve been visiting with me over time, you know how much I enjoy my nature walks.
Those times make my heart sing. And sing.
And yesterday, as I walked along a country road and came across the music of peepers… my heart sang with great joy.
Some time ago, our pastor shared how singing is God’s heart language.
If you’re a frog scientist you’ll probably tell me that the frogs are actually calling for mates… something like… “Hey cute stuff… won’t you come my way?”
That may be true. But, their calls did not need to be musical, they could very well have flapped their little flippers instead.
The same with the cardinal who marks his territory, or any number of bird songs that come to mind. They may or may not be mating calls this time of year.
It doesn’t matter.
Our God loves song… in all its forms.
He even sings over us. (Zephaniah 3:17)
So, as we came upon this choir of frog voices, my heart heard the song.
And my heart was restored, rejuvenated.
I communed with God in the song.
We stood for a long time and listened. There are many voices coming from various types of frogs, together making beautiful music. Music I am privileged to hear every spring no matter where I live as long as there are creeks and wetlands nearby.
The spring peepers’ song is an anthem to the Creator, to the newness of life, to the Giver of life, to the promise of good things to come.
As I stood along the wetland, at first I saw trees and brush that appeared gray and dead, juxtaposed to the bright blue sky reflected in the water.
Standing quietly and listening, my eyes were then drawn to the water. There, I looked closely and noticed fresh duck weed already springing to life along the water’s edge. And mingled with the beautiful chartreuse duck weed were bits of the red maple blossoms that had been swept into the water by the winds of the storm from the night before. Together they mingled and the colors formed a painting.
Continuing to scan the details along the water’s edge, I spied some little frogs with their eyeballs protruding above the water’s surface.
Slowly, as we continued to walk along, seemingly from nowhere, tiny frogs would leap into the water with a splash.
If you were a bird in the tree observing our behavior, you might have thought we were seven-year-olds in big bodies, filled with sheer delight.
When we started our walk, I felt sluggish. Instead on our return trip, my pace was quicker, and I even stopped to pick pussy willows and wild daffodils I missed earlier.
My heart was lighter and the whole world looked brighter.
My joy cup was overflowing.
And my spirit communed with God’s spirit.
All creation was singing HIS praise.
My heart joined the swell.
I’d love to hear the time your heart sang in joy of the moment.
The day we take time to look back over the past week and count ‘seven’… our joys and our sorrows… and give thanks.
There’s something wonderful that happens when we practice this counting. We start to see things in our day differently, we live with more joy and expectation.
Please join me in counting ‘seven.’
Lord, thank you for…
- those special times in the morning
- April showers and the lighting to start the greening process
- knowing you are faithful, regardless of how things may appear
- my wonderful friend and her unexpected blessing
- a smart phone and the fun of taking a video for the first time
- knowing you take joy in our joy
- all your promises that are YES! in Christ Jesus
Now, it’s YOUR turn!
Scroll down to the “Share your extraordinary thoughts” below and tap in your ‘seven.’ You’ll be glad you did.
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