In the early morning, as I watched from my window, I
saw the sun as it began to rise, starting yet another
cycle to brilliantly light the path for the new day to
run its' course.
As I surveyed the scene, I saw a mockingbird as it so
deftly flitted between the trees and bushes to finally
perch upon the chosen limb - the limb which was to
serve - as this morning's stage.
Oh! The performance was exquisite. The score was
surely written in heaven. It rivaled a fine
philharmonic orchestra.
As I listened and reflected, I began to contemplate my
own place in this grand scheme of things. I began to
understand where we - as mankind - stand in God's
Great Plan.
Although, I cannot fly from tree to tree, I can build
a mighty airplane to fly high above the trees. I was
inspired.
Although, I do not perch on a limb as my stage, I can
stand in a pulpit or in a great hall or on television.
I was inspired.
Although, I cannot make the intricate sounds of the
mockingbird, I can lead a great orchestra or play a
fine instrument. I was inspired.
Did God in His Infinite Wisdom, foresee that I would
need the inspiration to learn to fly or to sing or to
express beauty? I believe He did!
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