I was up before the birds this morning. Someone called and I was trying to figure a way to help them. Shortly after I slumped back into my bed to catch a few more winks of sleep, I heard the songbirds start their music in our front yard.
Actually, I think it was just one bird singing. The others were squawking, “Hey, quiet down over there! Are you trying to wake all of the peeps in the hood?!” But I’m pretty sure the songbird was like, “Sorry guys. I just can’t help myself sometimes. I sing because I’m happy. I sing because I’m free.”
And you know, that’s about enough to make me sing this morning (in a rough gravelly sort of way). Kayla would say, “Hush! You’re gonna wake the kids! If you wake them up, they are yours for today.” The new neighbors would grumble, “Our realtor didn’t mention anything about a loud-mouthed guy next door. She said this was a quiet neighborhood.”
But I’d be like, “Sorry guys. I just can’t help myself sometimes. I just got a fresh delivery of God’s mercies this morning. He put a new song in my heart, even praise to my God.”