For the Birds

If NOT for the birds today would not be the day it is!

I'm sitting in my living room, window open--and listening to the birds.  What a glorious sound!  They have returned, and surely spring cannot be far behind.  I think that there is nothing that compares to the morning wake-up call of the birds in March--sweetest music to be found on this earth!!

Two of my three babies were born in March, and the thing that made those early morning feedings easy was the sound of the birds singing their little hearts out, even as the sun was peeking out over the horizon.  Although it may have seemed I was alone in those early mornings, the birds reminded me that I was not.

Surely it is no coincidence that spring is the season in which we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, and the new life and hope he brings to the world of broken humanity.  For, when the entire world around us is once again coming to life--birds returning; green shoots appearing out of nowhere; and tree branches heavy with the buds of  new life--it is easy to be hope-filled, and expectant.  Resurrection just feels right, at this time of the year.  New life surrounds us, and we are reminded that one day we, too, will be new people--loved and forgiven despite our brokenness, we too will sing with the birds and soar on the wing--and all will be well.

Happy Spring, friends.  The birds have returned.