There was an inch of snow on Resurrection morning but I could hardly be discouraged. I have been hearing a riot of birds for a couple weeks now, and that’s hope. Once the geese flock together and settle on the bend in the Susquehanna River behind us, I know. They are in competition to out-honk each other.
Robins come with their loud musical voices, as do the red-winged blackbirds. But those starlings! Their riotous noise is as annoying as they are ugly, and I’m not so happy they come.
I have seen bushes and flowers blooming from Facebook photos in such places as Arizona and Florida. I look at them longingly since I do not see anything coming up here and the grass is still very brown.
But this week it rains…
It has been a very long winter, (which I have spoken of before), and we’ve all been longing to see spring. In this longing, I became desperate.
If I could only remember:
“One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple. NIV
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling: he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.”
Ps. 27:4,5 NIV
Gazing upon His creation keeps me centered on Him. Bird watching, was my first awakening…my first keep a sharp eye as a child.
All those things that are wrong in the world crowd Him out with urgency as if mankind were only in a race to wealth and pleasure…to win it all. Yes, for many that is the only race, for they say, we are only going around once.
But where is the search for the Creator?
There is more to see, more to live…now.
The late Dan Stone described it as living above the line. Earth is the temporal place we live now, our “below the line” place. This is where we enjoy the Creator with the beauty of changing seasons, of snows, floods, hurricanes, and even drought.
But the future…the place believers are longing for is above the line. Somehow it seems harder to grasp that hope and hang on when we let ourselves be caught up in the hate and murder of our world.
That hatred is yelling loud and blocking out the peace. The lies of the Enemy keeps pushing—no hope, no hope.
“Teach me your way, O LORD; lead me in a straight path because of my oppressors.
Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes, for false witnesses rise up against me, breathing out violence.”
I have confidence in the Lord, even as the chickadee always sings his happy song.
Sing! Sing when your heart is broken…sing when you are tired and at the end of yourself, sing when you can barely hang on. Find a song in your heart, but if you can’t read Psalm 27.
“I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.”