26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you,even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Matt. 6:26-33
I live in the “country.” My backyard is a pond, a garden, and acres of trees; my front yard is a 100-yd driveway with a cornfield across the street. There are no street lights, hardly any speed limit signs, and I’m shocked that there are even yellow lines on the road. I love it. I can sit on the front porch and just listen and rarely be interrupted by sirens, horns, or the hustle bustle of the city. It’s so… peaceful.
Last week, I was lying on the porch swing, eyes closed, trying to clear my ever wandering thoughts.
All I could hear was…………. birds.
At first, it was just a few, but when I relaxed my mind and focused, I could hear hundreds of them, singing in this insanely beautiful, semi-chaotic way. Every voice, every chirp was completely different. Every once and a while I could hear a couple of them communicating with one another.
I laid there for probably a good five minutes, and I found myself teary-eyed. I began worshiping my Savior right there on the porch swing— over a bunch of birds! All I could think about was how HUGE God is. Just as each of these birds has a voice crying out, we are crying out to Him, and He hears us. Just as each of those birds had a unique voice, we do. I began trying to distinctly recognize one bird, or single out one, but I couldn’t. It was just a big blob of chirps.
How incredible is it that God can single us out!? He hears our EVERY request. Our every prayer. Our every cry, hurt, and utterance of worship and praise. I’ve heard it said that He knows every hair on our head and every blade of grass, but it was so REAL to me in that moment. My feeble mind is incapable of distinguishing voices of birds chirping simultaneously. How much GREATER is He who singles out BILLIONS of voices, crying out, in a choir of prayers, every single second of every day?
Brothers and Sisters, when you hear those noisy birds, just rest in your Father’s majesty. A mockingbird outside your window could go from a nuisance to just another way to fall on your face before Christ and worship Him. He really does know what He’s doing.
Thank You, Lord, for the birds.
