Tuesday, May 5, 2015

When the Meadowlark Sings

Every early spring, their distinctive song lingers in my ears after a long winter of silence. My heart rejoices when the meadowlarks arrive.  

sketch © Oksana Hassel 2015

Their melody takes me back to dozens of mornings working side-by-side with my dad - putting up fence, building barns, or plowing the field.  I was a child, mind you, so my level of help was

“Cathy, hand me that hammer;” or

“Go get me some more nails, sweetie;” or

“Hold this board right here, as still as you can;” or

“You can sit right up here on my lap while I plow. 
Someday when you’re big enough to reach the pedals, 
you can drive the tractor.”

I don’t recall hearing the songbirds as a child, yet my heart remembers them well. Their music rekindles feelings of safety that came under a father’s watchful eye. I think back on his frequent guidance that everything works out for the best. When I hear them, I can almost feel my father’s warm embrace.

I’m amazed at the memories a song can stir. 

The tune of a meadowlark brings with it a sense of calm and comfort.  Although my earthly father passed away many years ago, my heavenly Father still reigns on high. I remain under His watchful eye and He tells me from His Word:  

Do not fear, for I am with you;Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. 
Isaiah 41:10

The lark’s warble reminds me that all is right in the world - because I remain under the watchful eye of the Lord. God is sovereign and has has victory over evil. I feel protected, safe, and loved.

To my surprise, the Lord has often used the flutelike song to quiet periods of stress and anxiety in my life. 

One particular day a few Novembers ago - long after the meadowlarks traditionally fly to warmer lands - I faced a difficult decision. I’d wrestled with options for weeks and prayed for the Lord’s direction. He seemed silent, yet the time to render my decision was at hand. I stated my position yet continued to feel unsure, not knowing if I’d made the right choice.  

As I left the gathering and stepped outside on that chilly November afternoon, I heard the comforting and familiar melody of the meadowlark. It’s unusual timing lifted my spirits more than normal and I felt it was a gift from the Lord. Peace washed over me. I felt a divine, shielding hug and knew in my heart that all was well.  

The call of the meadowlark has deep significance to me. I feel my Father’s warmth and embrace with every trill. When I hear it, I feel protected, safe, and loved.  

If you’re unfamiliar with the meadowlark, click here to listen to its glorious birdsong. 


What “heavenly hugs” have you experienced?  

What made them most special to you?

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Be Strengthened Today, By His Word,
Psalm 119:28


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