This morning I ran outside, not too happy with life. I was pretty frustrated at the whole fact that I'm sitting here at home, working a job that half the time I have a hard time enjoying and I'm stuck with no "dream" to live. Three of my siblings were off living their childhood dreams when they were 19 and then there's me "stuck at home," I bluntly asked God "when do I get to live my life?"
Then I stopped dead in my tracks. I heard a chickadee singing the song of spring. Tears sprang to my eyes. How selfish am I?? This little bird was singing in the bitter cold. I could see my breath and feel the raw sting of the wind nipping at my cheeks, yet this little fell'er sang as if he was the happiest thing alive!!
I turned to finish my trek whispering "Jesus help me be like that. Help me sing the song of hope and help some weary traveler on this journey. Help me sing my heart out for the audience of One. Help me sing even if my life isn't what I thought it would be."
That little bird didn't know I was listening yet he sang as if he had the attention of a thousand fans. I mean really what bird sings in December?? All I can say is that God told him to sing. "Jesus help me sing like that when you whisper 'sing' I wanna sing like that even if it's in the bitter days of December. Even when I think no ones listening. I wanna sing...just...like... that.
