Susan LaffertyTiniest bird perches on a high branch. And sings his heart out.
Morning praise at sunrise.
Dark silhouette of this little feathered one begins to change.
Revealed in the march toward full-on blue sky and light of day.
Stop the nonstop.
Wait. Breathe.
Be still and know that He is God.
Not an easy sell to busy minds. Crowded calendars. Never-ending notifications.
But necessary.
Needful.
In the most unlikely places, a song of truth plays. Or Scripture is repeated. Even memorized. Without explanation.
And the words somehow settle in the brains of young ones. Not fully grasped or understood. Tucked in a corner.
Until one day, clarity comes. And the distant, vague memory is brought to life.
“Now it makes sense.”
