Not a new one, but it still speaks of me and how birds often come to mind when self-pity tries to attack…
Think of the times in your life when the rain falls
Think of the days when it pours
Metaphorically
Think
Were you able to think on those rainy days?
Could you hear anything…
other than your own desperate thoughts…
your cries?
your pain?
Now wait for the day
The day it rains
The day it pours
And listen
The rain has a beat of it’s own
Around us and apart from us
Celebrate or mourn
Dance in the rain or run from it
but listen
Listen to the birds
They sing
In the rain they sing
After the rain they rejoice
What do they know?
Jesus said: Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26
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