My husband snores, loudly. This morning the first thing upon waking, I removed the earplugs from my ears. The first thing I heard was a bird singing clearly, lovely, sweetly, just outside my window… the morning song. Last night, I heard no birds tweeting, no nature melodies rung outside my window all was quiet. Then came the morning.
In Romans 8:22, Paul wrote that all of creation has been groaning…. we believers also groan… because we long to be released from sin and suffering. Two nights ago, the words “wait with eager hope” whispered in my mind. I looked it up, and found it in Romans 8:23,
“… We wait with eager hope for the day when GOD will give us our full rights as His adopted children, including the new bodies He has promised us. We were given this hope when we were saved. (If we already have something, we don’t need to hope for it. But if we look forward to something we don’t yet have, we must wait patiently and confidently.) …”
Groans. Groaning. Wait. Waiting. Songs. Singing. Eagerness. Anticipation. Hope.
Soul, what comes from your heart? Where is your heart? Where does this morning find you? I think like that bird that christened my window with song, we all have a song within us. No matter where we are, what that song’s melody sounds like, we who are in Christ have a powerful common refrain: Hope. The full story has not been written, or told. He is not finished. It is going to be a glorious unfolding! there is a song of Hope. Soul, find that refrain today, and sing it confidently and loudly and let all the demons and the enemies of our Emmanuel cringe. “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”