It certainly wasn't sunrise. The lazy sun was still more than an hour from poking it's head out of bed. The Eastern sky was that bluish-gray color that turns to yellow-gold eventually as the sun climbs higher in the sky.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. Ugh! Just as I suspected. 5:37 a.m. I'm already 7 minutes behind. But I lay there a bit and listened to the morning sounds. Daddy always told me that the smaller "critters" move first in the mornings. The little birds, the the bigger birds, then the animals and finally man. I don't know if that is true or just something Daddy said to make me think he knew a lot. I honestly believe he did that sometimes. I know for a fact that I did that with my kids.
But as I closed my eyes and listened, I could hear the little grass birds do that little "squeaky" thing that they do. I guess you'd call it a chirp. The longer I lay there the more of their "bigger" friends joined them. The morning doves started their "cooing", and before long there was a symphony of those little feathered creatures singing their hearts out.
Some mornings Keva and I lay there in bed and try to make words out of the cadence of the songs that they sing. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus", one will sing. "My God is wonderful" another joins in. I know, it's all in my imagination...or is it?
The cool morning breeze blew past the bedroom certain and washed over me. I pulled the sheet up a little tighter. "Just a few more minutes please", I thought.
What could be better? But as it usually does when I ask that question, a wonderful scripture came to mind. "Eye hath not seen nor ear heard nor hath entered into the heart of man the things that God hath prepared for them that love Him".
Really? Honestly? Could it get better than this? Songs better than those sung by God's creatures? Smells better than the natural aroma therapy provided by God's flowers? The God ordained air conditioner blowing the cool breeze? Better than that?
Yep. One day, someday I'll wake up and hear a grander song. Instead of hundreds of birds I'll wake to the songs of un-countable angles. And then their songs will hush, the angles will hold their peace and the redeemed of all ages will begin their praise. What a song that will be!
One day, someday my eyes will behold colors and blends of colors that not only can't be described by human words but can't be imagined by the human mind.
The wind of heaven blowing through the branches of the tree of life. Wow! what an experience that will be!
Thank you Lord for this morning. Thank you for the things that you have created for my enjoyment. I will enjoy them while I am here but let me never forget that the best days are ahead. The best sounds, smells and sensations are saved not for this world but for the one to come. Like the Word said, "I can't even imagine what it's going to be like". I hope I'll see you there.
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