Not so long ago I came home from a hospital having just escaped from bleeding to death.

Just as I was settling down to sleep at night, a nightingale somewhere near my bedroom window began sending its liquid song through the dark window and continued pouring out its beauty for about five minutes.

The next night, and again the third night, the very same thing happened. This area doesn’t have nightingales that we know of, and we have never heard such birdsong concert before or since.

Can I prove that this was a small, beautiful example of God’s cosmic choreography? Of course not. But that memorable beauty and uplifting affect is still uplifting to think about, right now: an encouragement and joy.

If God could send a great fish for Jonah and ravens for Elijah, then He could send a bird for us. “With God all things are possible.” (Matthew 19:26) And all Christians are members of the family of God.

Thank You LORD.
Hallelujah, Amen.


Years ago an older man at a gathering of some sort that we were in complained that he had moved into an area that had lots of nightingales. “You can’t get to sleep at night. They are an awful nuisance.”

One man’s treasure can be another man’s trash.

Copyright 2012 by Frances F. Morrisson
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