I was sitting on the back patio of our home this morning, drinking a cup of coffee, and having some alone time with God. It was fabulous in every way. I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere, as I watched a squirrel eating some fallen seed from our bird-feeder. Many types of birds were either on the feeder or underneath with the squirrel. A little woodpecker was pounding out a rhythmic solo on the tree we have in our yard, and several other birds were singing a melodious song. Then I heard my bird a beautiful white dove, cooing from inside the house. I have always enjoyed the sound of Hanna, my bird of more than ten years. This morning, I appreciated it more in the quiet moments of the morning.
As the morning became warmer, the birds left the feeder and went on to carry out their other activities for the day. My bird stopped cooing, and I became busy working on my computer. When the morning became too warm for me to bear, I came inside the house where I could work in the air conditioning.
I went downstairs to the basement to feed my dove. I often sing to my dove, and Hanna often coos back to me. When I hit the bottom step, I began to sing and made the cooing sound as I continued walking toward Hanna’s cage. Hmmm, Hanna was not sitting on her perch. When I was close enough to see inside the cage, my heart was sad as I could see Hanna at the bottom of her cage.
I was blessed because Hanna had sung her last song for me. Hanna was an old bird but sang a new song every day. And I appreciated that about her.
I was wondering, do people hear a new song from me every morning? When it is my last day on earth, will I have a song to sing, as Hanna did? I whispered to the Lord this morning; I’d like that Lord. Then I realized He is the source of my song. I hope God is the source of the song within you, and I hope that you allow His song to come out of you. I will miss Hanna, but I will smile each time I remember the song she sang in the last hours of her life.