A few years ago I became interested in birding, and began listening to a CD of various bird calls. There were so many birds featured, that I rarely remembered the calls that I listened to. But one day, as I was out running, I heard a beautiful call fill the air. Somehow I recognized this distinctive melody, and was overjoyed to hear it live! However, when I looked around to find the singer, Mr. Meadowlark was nowhere to be found. He spends most of his time down in the brushy grasses, see, hidden from prying eyes. As my eyes roved the fields for his presence, his call filled the air over and over, strong and beautiful, rising from some mysterious place.
I just got back from a run, during which I heard my first Meadowlark of the season! One of my favorite running routes is along a narrow road that parallels some empty fields. One of my greatest joys was seeing my first Meadowlark in these grassy meadows. But before I saw him, I heard him.
I felt God whisper to me that day.
Now, whenever I hear that beautiful call, I am reminded that I am not alone.
Psalm 125:2 says, “As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the LORD surrounds his people both now and forevermore.”
My ears strain to hear His call rise from that deep and mysterious place. He is here. He is here.
If you want to see and hear the lovely call of the Meadowlark, click here: Love Calls