“There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
― Alfred Tennyson
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
― Alfred Tennyson
It never takes long to find and journal the gifts of the day from God. Sometimes I'm not even looking for them when they come. Like the other day. I was working out in my back yard enjoying the singing of all the birds
when I heard another kind of singing. I stopped what I was doing and heard the beautiful, pure, perfect pitched voice of the 14 year old girl from two houses over. We all have at least an acre of land out here in the country with woods and fields all around. Her voice gently flew over to my ears and it made me smile. The singing birds was gift #1 on this day. . .gift #2. . .a young girl singing in her backyard.
Then early evening, I was sitting in my bedroom with the windows open. While I was reading a book, still hearing the birds making melodies, I heard another kind of singing. This time it was the 4 year old girl who lives next door. She was swinging away on the her swing and singing away to herself. . .or maybe to the gray cat that's always walking back and forth in their yard. She didn't know someone else was listening. . .and smiling at her sweet voice. . .gift #3.
I had been blue this day for different reasons, but by the end of the day my heart felt full. It was brimming over with music and sweet voices in my head from ones who never realized they were blessing. Their music along with the all day singing of the birds had made me raise MY voice in praise to the One who gifts my feathered friends and neighbors with melodic melodies. One cannot stay blue for long when music is around and when one begins to raise their eyes and hands and heart in praise to the Father up above.
Music was given to me and praise was given back.
I journaled the blessings that night as the music continued to fall gently upon my soul. I slept well. Thank you Father!
Have you found your blessings for the day. . .are you looking. . .or listening? ;)
5 comments:
They, or at least the teenager, would probably be self-conscious about their vocal range if they knew. I'm glad they do not! Very glad you were blessed! The days for familial celebration are hard when there is a prodigal in the family. God knows friend ... and His arm is not short!
Enjoyed this.
Music is indeed a healing gift. Thank you for writing so beautifully about these moments.
Touching! My daughter is singing all the days. From morning to evening. I love it.
Have a fine day.
... you are such an encouragement. There is so much wisdom wrapped up in your words. Words I need to hear as a young mom. To share your wisdom, encouragement, and joy of mom.
So, I am trying something new. Posting on my lil' blog about mom. Momma notes. Would you consider joining me and sharing a post from your blog. It doesn't have to be a new post. There are so many on your blog I could choose. Simple mom words.
Monday I will have a linky thingie. My hope is that we can be encouraged and encourage other moms.
If I did it right, you can find it here ...
http://www.justsarahdawn.blogspot.com
Be blessed bunches,
Sarah
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