I love the Spring
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land
Zechariah 10:1 Ask the Lord for rain in the springtime; it is the Lord who sends the thunderstorms. He gives showers of rain to all people and plants of the field to everyone.
I love the Spring. I love the newness, the new green leaves of plants peeking from the earth, how the brown, dingy grass, sprouts green the day after one has raked it a bit, and I especially love the wonderful, joy-filled songs of the birds. The singing, twitters, and calls are loud and boisterous, and all I can think is that they are TRULY raising their voices in thanksgiving and praise. ‘ Yes! We made it through a cold winter, the worms and bugs are waking up and days are getting warmer. It is mating season, and we have so much to be thankful for.’ At least I guess that is what they are saying.
This past weekend, there was a mockingbird singing a full, lovely, cheerful song. I kept going outside to watch him. He would sit on either the electric wire outside my house, or at the top of the roof of the neighbor’s across the street. As I watched and listened, every few minutes, he (an assumption) leapt straight up about 36”, landed on the roof or the wire, and then would begin the song again. His song was so distinctive and happy. I even took a few moments worth of video on my phone since this was the first time I ever witnessed a bird jumping for joy!
God, this is a praise and thankful blog. I am so enriched with the coming of Spring.
I love the fact you have given me healthy eyes to see your lovely flowers, azaleas, forsythia, roses, hibiscus, lobelia, and on and on. Hummingbirds have started returning to my feeders. I am blessed to watch the gracefulness f the huge pelicans as they drift, almost glide their bellies across the rooftops, to see the blue skies and bright sun, and the waves as they repeatedly go back and forth to shore.
I have ears to hear the ocean lapping at the shore, the birds singing and twittering whether on wires or rooftops, or at my feeders, and of course living close to military, we hear the sounds of freedom—the practice runs of different planes, helicopters, the occasional sound of bombing, and I can send another prayer forth in thankful remembrance of their service and a prayer to keep them safe.
So thank You, God, for a wonderful Spring, for the joy of seeing that mockingbird demonstrate his song and his joie de vivre!
You have so abundantly blessed me and “mybellaviews.”