You know how after a really long cold winter, when you hear birds for the first time, how your whole body melts a little bit? Maybe I am the only one. But that sound of pure bliss does something for my weary soul. It’s the long-awaited sound that I long for from October to March. It reminds me that I did not despair in the middle of winter, but I survived another frigid, tense, nearly impossible 6 months. The ground didn’t open up and swallow me whole, though it beckoned.
Birds. Their sound is almost as good as golden sunlight hitting my face. Their gentle chips reminding me that it’s safe outside and life is in bloom. It’s the sound of bliss to me. I would gladly bottle it and hold it a prized possession. But I don’t want to own it, because their freedom is part of what makes their song so beautiful.
Oh Lord, sing a freedom song over me. Hasn’t it been long enough? Bring me more fully our of my winter and into glorious spring. Shine Your warm love on my face. Sing sweet melodies over me. God, rejoice over me once again. Let Your delight rest on me. Let me be the apple of Your eye. Rewrite the story of my life to read “I am not alone”. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be unloved. What I want is to be held. I long for the comfort and the shelter of someone’s strength buffering me from the harsh winds. God, I don’t want to be alone anymore. Let the seasons change once more, but this time in my favor.