I was sitting quietly one Saturday morning, listening to sounds around the apartment complex.
One neighbor’s air conditioner is buzzing.
Another’s dogs are barking, howling and whining.
Birds are chirping off and on.
Then I became aware of the whispering winds.
Their soothing sounds of the waving breeze reminded me of musical chant with the phrasing louder and softer, flowing gently.
I remembered the psalm verse, “You make the winds your messengers…” (Ps. 104:4)
The message I hear this day is that God is here in sound and beauty.
My beautiful cat was lounging comfortably on my legs. She stretched out with her chin on my knee.
Suddenly we both were surprised by my cell phone ringing. I thought it was off so I’d have a quiet day. I let it ring. My cat put her head back on my knee and we continued to listen and enjoy the whispering winds and chirping birds. I thought of the wonderful gift of being able to hear. I offered this prayer.
God of Whispering Winds,
I thank you for the gift of hearing.
I praise you for the gentle breezes and all the sounds of life.
You give us a new start each day.
Thank you for the gift of this morning. Amen.
