The sound of birds is part of the beauty of spring. This morning I am hearing from the birds...sweet chirping and songs from most...but a raucous complaint broke the air as well from some nearby crows. It occurred to me that you could break down bird calls that way: songs and complaints. Some birds don't seem to say anything...they let the beauty of their flight speak for them. I saw a large heron flash impressively through the woods to reach a pond to find breakfast and occasionally have spied an osprey dive for a fish. I suppose we might fall into one of these categories as well: singers, complainers and silent actors. The spring has awakened instinctive desires for the birds to connect with each other and the beauty of each morning reminds all of us that it is a good thing to sing to the Lord. (Or will we insist on squawking a complaint?). Hopefully the day will provide plenty of opportunity to experience the grace of the Lord, like the grace of the diving osprey.
Psalm 68:4 Sing praises to God and to his name! Sing loud praises to him who rides the clouds. His name is the Lord-rejoice in his presence!