Song Bird

Perched and Singing

For several days in March of 2015, I heard a song bird, a sparrow I think, outside my window. I could not see her but I heard her song. She is so like my relationship with Jesus. I cannot see Him, but I listen to Him by reading His Word. After Jesus arose, He appeared to those who knew Him—His disciples. Paul wrote, “He appeared to me also” (1 Cor. 15:5). He appears to me now, to all who know Him and are His witnesses.

Christ is the “present Reality, an efficacious power now” (Oswald Chambers). Yes, I know Christ personally; He is real. Being a Christian is not only a decision for Christ, but a complete surrender to allow Him to take Lordship in my life, to receive Him as my Master and to honor Him daily. If Jesus Christ is not God manifest in the flesh, we know nothing whatever about God. It’s hopeless. But if Jesus Christ is who He says He is, then He is God to me (paraphrased from Oswald Chambers). I have a personal history with Christ, and I am satisfied where He has placed me. I take on no more than He instructs and my energy is renewed day by day.

While birds sing to me now, or I hear the chimes outside my window, I lift my new song to God. Give me insight, kindness, and energy for each day, Lord Jesus. May my sacrifice be one of praise.

A year later (2016), a sweet song bird greeted me with her chirping, and that morning I welcomed her greeting. We went for Bill’s EEG and a follow-up appointment with his first neurologist.

Easter Sunday that year was a glorious sunny day, and we opened windows for cool fresh air. My song bird greeted the morning, and yet it was dark. “Good morning. Happy Easter.”

A few days later, a different bird with a high tweet greeted me, but he flew away as I turned to identify him. I didn’t see him, but the same song bird met me later on the dogwood outside my window. It was a good morning.

It is always a good morning as I read God’s Word and sing a new song to my Lord.