The Song



I pushed the “off button” with my right index finger from our t.v.'s remote control, as soon as my husband descended from the stairs. His sack lunch and a thermos filled with hot tea awaited on the kitchen’s counter top. I sipped the last drop of my first cup of coffee. Perhaps, the first among the three throughout the day.

“What’s new?” he asked. Assuming I was watching the early morning news.

“Nothin…” I softly answered, careful not to make any noises as it was still very early and I didn’t want to wake up our asleep son. Hoping he would enjoy his vacation by taking longer hours of sleep he was deprived of during his school year.

I was tired watching the news. Not merely of what was going on daily. But because “nothing” was being done it seemed to the country’s problems. Some, not even being reported by all of the media. I knew. Because my husband and I witnessed what was going on right from where we worked.

After hugging and kissing and saying our “goodbye’s and I love you’s”, I was determined to go back to bed and tried to catch a few more “zzz’s”. I decided to open some of the windows and the patio door. The usual routine to let some of the fresh, cooler air come into the house. To replenish the stale air that stayed from closed windows and doors to avoid the summer heat from creeping into the house.

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After pulling the light blanket over my feet, I heard the familiar sound. The melodious tweeting of birds that seemed to play on the same notes. Beautiful. Each morning. Before the sun peeked on the eastern skies.
I felt His love. I felt His peace. How much such notes that I wish could decipher brought me comfort. Before the day started and would get busy.

“Tweeeet….tweeet…..tweeet….”

Such notes interrupted my thoughts. As I closed my eyes and sleep eluding me, my thoughts began to race. That nature’s song from our backyard reminded me of His song. Indeed. That was His song. 

Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.

It sounded like the same song I heard when I was facing the dilemma of accepting the news that my mother was being pulled away from this place when she suffered a stroke.

Or that time when my father was diagnosed with colon cancer and my brothers and I had to go home and be with him during his last hours.

That time when my husband couldn’t find a job and I couldn’t work a lot after suffering a neck injury from the hospital where I worked.

How about that time when I had to face people in higher positions at work who gave me a hard time and did not want to accommodate me?

One thing was becoming clear by then as the span of my life’s journey flashed before my mind. I heard that song. Always. During those difficult times. Reminding me of God’s love. That He was with me. All the time. No matter what I was going through. No matter where I was. No matter when.

“Tweet….tweeett…tweeettt…” 

I heard those notes died down as the small birds flew away. The same time the sun’s rays appeared in front of the house. I wasn’t able to sleep but in my heart and mind, I couldn’t trade the song I heard with any amount of sleep. Because as I welcomed this new day, I would not be afraid of what would come my way. Knowing I was forgiven and loved first. It would remind me how His song stayed with me during the darkest night and subtly played when the sun arose.

Yes...I feel so much loved that I hear God’s song. God’s love…Being sung to me. For eternity…

7 comments:

  1. Hi Rozelle, I remember the time when your "superiors" were giving you a hard time and rejoice that during that time and the other sad times of your parents' deaths, you always heard God's song for you. He definitely sends his creatures (especially the beautiful songbirds) to remind us to quieten down our worries because He loves us and EXALTS over us with these natural songs. I am woken every day by a Spotted Palm Thrush which renders the most DIVINE song - sometimes as early as 4.30 am. Then as the dawn breaks, the Woodland Kingfisher gives its strident but melodious call from a tree above our window. I thank and praise God when He wakes me like this. Bless you dearest friend and have a happy day. Jo

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  2. I love this song, going to post it on my fb today. He sings to us through all of His creation, thank God for His love song to us. Beautiful post Rozelle.

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  3. It is a blessing to wake with a song and your heart filled with blessings....me thinks you are doing something right :)

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  4. My Dear Sweet Friend,

    I had to stop in and say hello. I haven't been on the computer in a few months, as you know. I just wanted to say how deeply thankful I am to God for you and so many in the blogging world. Such beautiful beautiful people. You continue to be an encouragement and inspiration here and I so enjoyed the song. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of thing in writing once again. Please pray for the words to flow once again.

    May God continue to abundantly bless you here as well as you and your family at home. Peace to you this night.

    Love you,
    Alleluiabelle

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  5. I hear that song, too - and my ears reach to hear it. Like you, the bird songs or maybe their dialog contain gifts and messages from God:) and, yes, when times challenge, like lately, my hears search for the sound of them. Blessings to you, friend, in the midst of the unrest all around.

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  6. I just love this post, Rosel. And I am thankful for the time I can visit you at your blog. It's been quite a while. Many good things happening, new realizations... I arrived here in Manila two days ago to spend some time with my dear daughter. It is good to have a lot of free time during the day, the wifi connection is strong, and there is peace and quiet all around in my parents' home where my daughter is staying. Your heart is filled with consideration, gentleness, and I sense that sweet spirit from your words. What a blessing. Yes, the bird song you heard through the open patio door... I can imagine it. I also love the bird song that I hear, sometimes at midnight, that bird already starts to sing from a nearby tree. This is a song that reminded me of the Father's love for His children. I am sure you have heard it before. It is by Matt Redman. Here's the link:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esapsbVXXsc

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