Last week my husband and I took a short drive to our favorite spot on the lake to test out my new wheelchair on the short paved path there. Tears came as he pushed me past the late-season wildflowers. I’ve not been able to get outside on that path all summer, and it felt so good to move along the way for even a few moments.
I knew the seasons were changing because the birdsong that we might have heard there in the spring and early summer was quiet. The fall migration had already begun for many of the songbirds.
But did you know there’s a reason why many local birds are silent as they prepare for the changing season?
After we came home, I opened my email to read an article that explained:
“Why the silence? During the non-breeding seasons of fall and winter, most birds don’t need to sing to establish a breeding territory and attract a mate. Many songbirds though, are still able to communicate with call and alarm notes. But at this time of year, their brains simply can’t produce a song.”
Again, for the second time that day, the tears flowed because of what I had seen and heard outside. Or rather, what I had NOT heard. I missed the songs, the sweet trilling, and chortling that fills up the air in springtime.
I missed my own songs that seemed to bubble and trill during the full and busy days of the spring seasons in my life.
Could my own Great Creator have a reason for the shrinking and loss I have felt? Could it be that the ONE who cares for each sparrow and the songs they sing, cares for the song that seems to be missing in my own life?
Into this same season of loss, when my singing in my own garden has stilled to barely a whisper, a new bloom sprang forth this week. It was on a plant gifted to me five years ago before I realized that the pain I was just beginning to notice would soon feel like a monster in my veins.
The daughter of my dear Ukranian Second Mom bought me this prairie plant, Perennial Statice, Limonium latifolium, that had the loveliest of whispy lavender blossoms. I waited for mine to bloom, tended it with care, even moved it to a better location when my hands were barely able to dig three years ago. I had almost given up on it ever blooming here.
Yet, during this summer of my garden inactivity, I looked out the window to see those loveliest of whispy lavender blooms floating above the untended garden. While my song had stilled, the Great Creator had been singing His own song all along.
“The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”
Are you in a season of stillness? Does it seem that your songs have left you?
Could you join me as we listen in the place of stillness for our Lord’s own song that He has been singing over us? I would love for you to pray with me today:
Thank You for the beauty of Your creation that surrounds us. Thank You for the lessons and pictures that are brought home to our hearts when we still to pay attention. Forgive us for the times we have rushed past the beauty that You have intended to bring to us right here where we dwell. Thank You that You have been singing Your own songs over us. Would You give us grace to receive Your songs, even as our own songs are stilled for a season? Help us to wait on You through the quiet times, just as those little birds wait for the time of their singing to return. Help us to look for Your gifts of new songs and new blooms. We are resting in the shadow of Your wings.
In the name of Your son, Jesus, we pray,
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
To all who have been praying for me as I began Physical Therapy for Occipital Neuralgia this week, my heart is so very thankful! A new technique will be given to me later this month, one which I had hoped to try several years ago. “Myofascial Release” is a promising therapy for Fibromyalgia sufferers especially, bringing relief to adhesions and trigger points in the fascia lying just under the skin’s surface.
If you are interested in more information on Myofascial Release, Dr. Genevra Liptan has written an excellent resource on fibromyalgia, The Fibro Manual, in which she denotes a chapter to explain the multitude of research done on this subject. What a gift of grace that my therapist “randomly” brought up this technique to me this week! May God continue His own work in His own time.
~~~ My heart and prayers are with all of you in the path of Hurricane Dorian this week. May the Lord watch over you with such great protection. ~~~
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