Early morning blessing
Updated: Feb 22, 2019
After living in Oregon for many years, we moved back to North Carolina in the fall of 2017. I wanted to be near my sister, and after much thought and prayer, my sweet husband agreed. Relocating was difficult because we both love our Oregon home and our friends there so much, but we believed God was leading us. So we packed up way too much stuff, and our four-legged furball Bella, and drove a 26-foot moving truck pulling our car across our vast country.
Since I grew up in NC, I thought readjusting would be a piece of cake, but it wasn't as easy as anticipated. One thing I sorely missed was birdsong. Bella and I would walk outside every day and the only sounds I heard were the raucous cawing of crows, the cackles of chickens from down the road, and the mooing of distant cows. While it was wonderful to be out in the country away from noisy traffic, my music-loving spirit missed the singing of birds.
I tried bird feeders and a birdbath to coax feathered friends to my yard, but they weren't interested. The winter passed without birdsong.
One spring morning, I was reading my daily devotions in the living room when I heard the most beautifully cascading, bubbly song. My heart raced as I listened. Quietly, I slowly cracked open the door. Sitting on the wrought iron railing just outside my front door was a round little Carolina Wren singing his heart out. He sang to me for quite a while and my heart was filled with joy. I was again reminded that God does provide our every need and heart's desire, no matter how trivial. Truly, truly, I say to you, if you ask the Father for anything in My name, He will give it to you. — John 16:23
Since that day, I have relocated the bird feeders and birdbath near an apple tree outside my studio window, and miraculously, birds are now plentiful, but the Carolina wrens still hold a special place in my heart.