Birdson

Somewhat reluctant, I manage to barely crack my fraught eyes, noticing still a diminished amount of light prevalent or shall I say not, on a morn that’s so disproportionate to the other multitude of days in the year, ordinarily, jarred to a rudiment state of consciousness by a stentorian, soporific blare amidst pre-auroran darkness.  Unintentionally I register the previously forced unacknowledged time of day, further encase my life-bereft ball of flesh in the warmth of my counterpane, and bind my lids with a covetous lechery to bask in just a few more miniscule moments of dormant slumber. Simultaniously contending to evade the clamour of confined canine cacophony, I suddenly become cognezant of a seeminlgy secondary sound that was not only melodic but symphonic in nature…literally in nature.  Not just in its characteristic essence, but in its natural state of being, its breath-taking beauty of its creation….yes, in CREATION itself!!!   

 

And then, SMMAAACCCCKKKKK!!! It hits me! Right in the middle of this intellectual mind, and when I say intellectual, I mean very much a subjective and rational, which in divinity’s eyes translates to an irrational, mind.  Just as if a hand, in a quick, spontaneous manner, had flown through the air and connected forcefully with the smooth, round, rosy skin of my cheek, it  was direct and intentional, yet, not at all wrongful?!?  An awakening, per se?  Ah yes, MY awakening! My imperatively and inevitably immenent opportunity that not only captured, but secured my assiduity!

 

So, I lie and listen…attentive…hearkening to each ariose note, all the more anticipating the revelation of a somewhat bewildering expectation. And again it hits me…SPRING!!!! Can I believe my own eyes, or ears in this case? In a flash, the memories of this multitudinous contata, of the fundamental indicator that spring truly has sprung! When the birds in flock rouse before you, and in the warmth and ardor of the emerging morning sun, they provokingly chirp their little hearts’ desires into the uncluttered, immensity of royal clarity and all that it offers in terms of opportunity to expand and stretch in order to ascend and soar to the places unseen, unknown, and unimagined!

 

Wow! This awakening completely elludes a vastly differing tune from my former days.  The whiny discordant ‘woe is me’ mentality that seems so impervious and insurmountable to eradicate from one’s soul (mind, will, & emotions), or well, quite candidly speaking, life in its entirety. Oh, yes, I am whole-heartedly talking to myself, but somehow knowingly speaking to all mankind.  Last night was prime time for me; prior to entering my mundane somnolent monotony, I spoke openly, honestly, and sincerely with God and was quite direct in my approach. Not at all convivial, it somehow made it more poignant saying it resolutely, as though God was hearing me more acutely. I must admit, I am fancied that He humors us in doing so. I sat up straight, refusing to lie down, and pronounced, “God, show Yourself REAL to me tonight in a way that is going to change my life forever! If it takes waking me to a dream, vision, or encounter, do it! I want to know You working IN me and NOT just in the atmosphere AROUND me!” Admittingly a bit daunt, I managed to lay my head to rest and drft off to a tranquil swoon. 

 

God didn’t wake me up in a cold sweat, nor did He articulate Himself to me in audible words, He didn’t send Jesus or even an angel to pontificate, nor did He employ His avian creatures to orate me. He used what He had, what already existed, exquisitely living and breathing His presence to show Himself undeniably in that moment to ME.  His creation…groaning for the Sons and Daughters to awaken and respond to His love, a conscious, discerning awareness, that is over-abundant, yet uncomprehensible through my own eyes!  I need to necessitate Him in order to encounter Him! It’s only then that I can enter His realm of creation living gloriously and magnificently before Him, being made available as a revelation, manifestation, and impartation to others, just as the birds were to me!

 

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” – Chinese Proverb 

 

This is my Birdsong, a true encounter God gave me to share…my prayer is that it fully blesses and sings the song He’s sending your way, just for you! 🙂 

By: Kristie

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