Birds Sing Through the Night…

KevinYoung

PC: Kevin Young

I know because my window is open at night now that the weather is warming up. I like the ventilation and fresh air clearing out my stuffy room after a cooped up winter and chilly spring. More importantly though, I live in a neighborhood at the treeline of the Central Pennsylvania State Gamelands, which means I get a good dose of nature right outside that window.

So, window open, lights out, and for a few nights in a row it’s been nothing but restless tossing and turning. Drinking water, walking around, stretching, and feigning sleep haven’t helped. And the more determined I’ve been to sleep, the more my body and mind have refused that quiet bliss. My bed too hot, the air too cool, but really I’ve been doing what I shouldn’t- stressing about people, relationships, and circumstances that I can’t change. Until last night.

It was around 3:30 AM, I sat straight up with a frustrated sigh when I noticed a shift in the darkness. A quiet singing. It was a beautiful melody, faint and distant in the woods. With each passing note, the voice sounded gentle but determined. I felt like the song was written for me, after all, I was the only one awake in that part of the world at 3:30 in the morning. So I climbed out of bed, leaned out my window, and breathed in the cool air, listening.

Within 30 minutes, more voices added to the melody, each distinct and soothing. Within an hour I saw the faint, faint outline of the sky lighten with the sun. By now my mind felt more at peace, so I closed the window, turned to my bed, and slept for a short 2 hours. That’s when the full choir of birds decided to sing their loudest, waking me up again. Apparently they really wanted an audience. I gave into their song once more, quieting my mind to appreciate their joy in sharing their sweet voices.

I realized then that even in the darkest, birds do sing. When the night is black, and not a soul is around except for you and your racing thoughts and emotions… the birds taught me it is possible to sing. It is possible to hold onto joy. Or when it’s really dark and lonely, it is possible to let others’ joy carry you. Because before you know it, the worries of the night will give way to a pink and orange painted sky and rest will come if you allow it.

So sing in the dark.

It is what brings the light.

 

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow

He stood her up again. Three days ago, he had guaranteed she could depend on him. That he would be there for her when she needed him. They made a plan to meet, talk, and debrief the latest life catastrophe. And of course he has promised to lift heavy boxes since she was in the process of moving. But with another missed phone call and ignored text, she knew it was hopeless to hope he would respond. She called him all kinds of bitter names in her head, while speeding down the freeway. Tears stung her eyes as the day she had anticipated fell to pieces with each mile that she fled the city.

The scenery changed, the sun grew dim in the sky. She pulled off the freeway to the first gas station. Her make-up was smeared in dark lines around her blue eyes. She searched for something to clean up a bit, but then fell to an exhausted slump on her steering wheel. That’s when she heard the still small voice whisper in a tender spot. “There is a Friend that sticks closer than a brother, and I am here.” She didn’t want to be let down again, disappointed, and ashamed of her naivety of some people’s unconcern, carelessness, and disregard for her well-being. So she tried to ignore the voice. But as verses flooded her mind of this Perfect Friend, she knew she should give up her heart to Him once more.

Her broken tattered heart from all the years of neglect and manipulation from the people she should be able to trust. Part of her didn’t want to forgive. Or forget. Or be kind to the one person in her city she should be able to count on. But in her weakness, and she did feel weak toward him, the True Friend could be strong for her. He could stand in on her behalf. He could give love that no one else could. So… she decided to trust. Putting the car in drive she pulled forward. Forward to a new day tomorrow with trust and hope that He would fix her broken heart and relationships. Yes, she decided. A new tomorrow with Him looks brighter than the dark sky and miserable feelings of today. She was neither shy nor timid about her decision to keep Him first and to follow Him to tomorrow.