Psalm 19 in My Backyard
When God’s Voice Sounds Like Birds at 5:30am
Every spring in Nashville, the most remarkable things start to happen.
Coarse brown grass softens to myriad shades of green. Ants, nowhere to be found moments ago are suddenly everywhere. My car is covered in a dusty pollen haze, and in the morning, the calls of birds become so loud that my daughter wakes at 5:30 a.m.
Life bursts forth. It cannot be stopped. It cannot be managed. The unrelenting gift of new life finds us. It always finds us.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.”
— Psalm 19:1–2 (NIV)
This seasonal wonder, dormant winter giving way to life so abundant, is a physical reminder of the grand story playing itself out over and over again.
Death gives way to life. Death does not get the final word.
In fact, the unrelenting gift of life, from the God who spoke all things into being, is always available, in our hearts and in our minds.
But just like we can miss the dawning of spring, living so focused on our own goals, fears, hopes, and worries that we don’t notice the shifting of the seasons—we can also ignore the unrelenting gift of God’s love.
It sings to us, as loudly as the birds outside my daughter’s window, but does it wake us up?
I wonder today, What would it look like for you to pause and hear the call of God’s unrelenting love on your life?
His mercy, His tenderness, His unending pursuit of all that He has made and loves—
is right there. His love of you, His beloved, is just right there. The unrelenting gift.
Get curious. Stay compassionate.
What would it look like for you to create enough space to listen?
The spring around you is speaking.