Morning! It is Saturday around 6:39 a.m. The house is silent. Everyone is still asleep. In this silence, I can hear a bird chirping ever so faintly. It makes me feel peaceful. It reminds me of home and growing up.
We lived far out in the country on a few acres of land. There were five houses near me and three of those were relatives. After you turned off the blacktop onto a gravel road and drove down a hill that consisted of two terraces, there sat my home. I remember topping that hill many, many times.
But more than the drive down that road, I remember laying in my bed and listening to the leaves rustle in the wind, crickets chirping, birds singing and a great old hoot owl that always let me know it was dark out. Birds; they remind me of home but more importantly, they remind me of Dad.
My Dad loves birds. We always had several gords up for bird homes. Listening and watching birds seemed to bring him great pleasure. Listening to the bird this morning helps me to understand why he loves it so much. Lifes’ simple, natural pleasures: how we take them for granted and often miss out on the fact that they even exist.
The hustle and bustle of life’s every day…*thought interrupted*…DAD! Oh No, Dad is coming from out of town and will be here TONIGHT along with my brother, his girlfriend and three children. My house is a wreck, I’ve been painting for days! NO food, where are they going to sleep, what time are they going to arrive, should I make a big ole bowl of soup? Clean towels? Clean sheets? SO MUCH TO DO!!
Uhoh! That is what our mind wants to do and our nice serene moment is gone, vanished, and that moment in time never returns.
This morning I am blessed to hear the bird chirping in a distance through the silence of my dedicated morning time. I am blessed to have fond memories of home. While growing up I really didn’t like being so far out in the country. Now, I am so thankful that I did and had the experience of nature revealing its’ beauty. I am blessed that part of my family is coming to visit and I will focus on that blessing and not my messy house because this time, too, shall pass in the blink of an eye and will be gone forever. In the end, does it really matter how clean my house was or that family enjoyed each other; lived, loved and laughed? I am blessed.
Morning Blessings 