I walked out on my porch this morning to the wonderful sight of the sun rising over the mountains.
I smiled as its golden beams lit up the clear, blue sky.
My light jacket was unbuttoned, and the morning breeze felt warm and comforting.
The trees were still bare of any buds, but I could feel a sense of the coming spring on this winter day.
I breathed in the fresh air and thanked God for this glorious day to be alive.
I thought the only one thing missing that would make this a perfect moment: a little morning music.
Then suddenly I heard it. God had granted my wish. The morning music had arrived. It was the first birdsongs of the year.
After the cold and silent mornings of winter, nothing could have sounded sweeter.
The music was coming from every direction. The birds were singing for love, for joy, and for God.
They were calling on spring to hurry along and life to return to this world once more.
I stood still and just listened.
I could feel my own soul awakening to Heaven’s joy and my own heart filling with God’s love.
It truly was a perfect moment.
Sometimes we all go through the harshness of winter in our lives.
Sometimes we all feel cold, dead, and quiet inside. Sometimes we all wonder where the music has gone.
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