Bird Calls.

"He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me."

This summer, I have heard many times the birds chirping outside my window. This does not occur during the day, but rather during the late night- as if they are trying to give off the impression of early morning.

When I think of early morning the first image that comes to my mind is a spacious field- a clearing in the woods. The sun pours its first rays onto the tips of the tall grasses. All earth is damp from the morning dew. Spider webs glisten in their wetness, insects venture in and out of flowers, the air is chilled, and those persistant birds are chirping away.

But why come out at night, birds? Why must I hear your awakening sounds in the dark night?

I'd like to think it is a sign that mercies new are just hours away. That though the night may darken the earth, it is the morning and it is the light that remain forever powerful. The darkness can never be fully dark, for there is always something to light up the night sky...or in the case of the birds, always something to remind us of the light that is eager to shine upon us.

They, or rather he, is calling me to that spacious place.