This is the post each week where I
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Write on the wild side –unabashedly
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Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone:
Time is fickle. It can wring you dry or leave you drenched in joy. And lately, I’m learning, the choice of time’s outcome is mine.
My mornings begin in sonnet. Between the morning dove’s melody, the cardinal couple’s syncopated chatter, and my everyday sparrows that I’m certain all share the tree outside my bedroom window, I am immersed in song.
I choose to embrace them. Even when their music begins before dawn. Because they know something –from the time they first crack from their egg, they understand something I’ve only begun to comprehend.
Jesus knew I’d need to consider the birds…
Listening to their rising proclamations, I realize they find their rhythm first thing and claim it for the world to hear in unabashed worship.
Not a bad way to start the day.
And I wonder if God has given each of us our own unique birdsong to sing. A sonnet only we can lift high in worship…
Now that’s how I want to use my time.
Father, help me find my rhythm today. The melody You’ve given just to me. I want to shout it out for the world to hear. Unabashedly. For Your glory. Simply for the love of You.
It’s true–time is fickle. It can wring us dry or…or…if we listen to our inner metronome, can overwhelm us with His joy. peace. love. life everlasting.
The choice is mine. And I choose to sing. My story. My song.
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