"When they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushments...and they were smitten"
2 Chron. 20:22
Oh, that we could reason less about our troubles, and sing and praise more! There are thousands of things that we wear as shackles which we might use as instruments with music in them, if we only knew how.
Those men that ponder, and meditate, and weigh the affairs of life, and study the mysterious developments of God's providence, and wonder why they should be burdened and thwarted and hampered--how different and how much more joyful would be their lives, if, instead of forever indulging in self-revolving and inward thinking, they would take their experiences, day by day, and lift them up, and praise God for them.
We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away. Sing in the morning. The birds are the earliest to sing, and birds are more without care than anything else that I know of.
Sing at evening. Singing is the last thing that robins do. When they have done their daily work; when they have flown their last flight, and picked up their last morsel of food, then on a topmost twig, they sing one song of praise.
Oh, that we might sing morning and evening, and let song touch song all the way through.
–Selected
Streams in the DesertMrs. Chas. E. Cowman
I believe I'll hum a few praises while I enjoy a second cup!
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So true Sandy! I was just outside checking on the plants in the coldframes this morning and the birds were singing up a storm. I especially love the sound of the red-winged blackbirds. It reminds you of a meadow. Their singing certainly brings you peace. Now if you ever heard my singing voice, you might have another opinion on the matter!:
ReplyDeletePS: It's nice to finally see a post from you! Hope all is well at home and your parents are getting settled in.
Thanks for the nice comment Jane!
ReplyDeleteI smiled at your reference to your own singing; note that I mentioned I was just "humming" myself! That's always been one of my fantasy wishes - to be able to sing well!
'Let song touch song'... I like the picture of that. A lovely way to say his praise shall continually be in my mouth.
ReplyDeleteWhen the Airman was a wee thing, I was nursing him and singing "House at Pooh Corner" to him , quite lustfully, I might add.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly, he turned his face from the breast and lifted his little hand... and put it right over my mouth. Then, he said his first words: "No, Mum."
I sing no longer unless I am alone. And then, it is a joyful NOISE! :O