Sometimes I just stop and listen. I might be in a cafe, picking up children from school, or walking down the street. It is an extraordinary thing to dwell for a moment on the sounds that surround us – the chatter of voices, scrapes and scratches from chairs and cutlery, the hum of appliances or the buzz of traffic. I wonder how God must feel when from this collage of sounds he hears us address him?
“Father” – a silent prayer amidst a social gathering.
“God it’s me” from behind the desk in a classroom.
“Jesus I love you” – grace filled singing heard above the cacophony of city life.
“Help me” – a fleeting thought within a workplace.
The sound of beautiful heart cries rising from a fallen world.
At times when I find I’m once again bewildered, confused by all around me I will try to listen for birdsong. Sometimes I find I can tune into their songs, and I sit and wonder. How is it that they sing so sweetly? These thoughts lead me home. Home to a creative Father, home to love reigning, home to the beautiful music which resounds from creation. “Lord, may this birdsong in my life take centre stage. May I tune into the kingdom of heaven more and more each day.”
I thank you for the beautiful prayer. I had so many surgery in my life and I thank my God everyday and I pray for others that are sick. Thank you and God bless you!! Love Maria Galindo
Thank you for your prayers. They have brought peace to my heavy heart. I am truly grateful!