Whether in the town or country I always hear a bird singing in the early morning while it is still dark.
It’s a new day and a new year. I learn from the little children they awake and expect they will get breakfast. They play and look for something they enjoy doing. Until mum calls them to get washed and dressed.
Isn’t it easier to start if we have something to ease us into the new day and the work ahead of us. For someone it is that hot cup of coffee and sitting by the heat to wake us up. Or listening to the radio, checking one’s Facebook or a chat to a friend.
Whether you are happy or sad there is someone who is with you whom you can’t see but He is there. His name is Jesus. He sticks closer than a brother. You have a guardian angel with you all the time. He watches over you. Take time to welcome Jesus presence. Just like that little bird singing outside, I can’t see him but I can hear him.
I was blessed this week by the little children. On New Year’s morning we went along to a friend’s gathering. There was a little girl there. She was about six years old. She skipped and danced the whole time. When the worship music started she twirled and did head springs. Her mum gave her a bag of sweets to share. She had no fear and approached everyone to offer him a sweet.
When I visit with my son’s family his daughter greets me and wants to show me how she can dance and pirroet. Next time I will pay more attention and share in her joy.
My son’s children are free like little birds that jump about near the mothers nest till they can fly. When we visit they run, leap and dive from the chair into the settee. I would have been correcting them in the past and wanting them to behave. But no. Let them be free.
Here in Ireland we have had a wet, windy, cold July. Fires were lit and the heating turned up in our homes. Festivals were damped by the bad weather. People were beginning to suffer S.A.D. syndrome. This is a condition which describes someone who is depressed because he hasn’t received enough sunshine.
I encouraged myself and others “Don’t worry there will be good weather soon because the farmers have to harvest their crops.”
The Lord promises seed time and harvest.
“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” (Genesis 8:22 NIV)
The warm, still, bright, sunny weather has arrived! While out driving yesterday we saw a field of corn that was harvested. The grain was taken away in a big truck and the golden straw was freshly baled.
At eight o’clock last evening a local farmer was preparing grass to be made into silage. He was drawing a machine that was about eighteen foot wide. It gathered the cut grass into a line. Another machine is used to collect the grass into circular bales. Last night after twelve we heard the sound of tractors trundling along the road nearby. They worked through the night in case the weather changed.
I mused. We do have “climate change.”
I remember my father harvesting a field of corn. His family were out helping him, girls and boys. My brother and he would cut the corn while we came behind gathering the cut stalks into bundles and tying them with a few stalks pulled from the bunch. A stook would be formed by standing four sheaves of corn on their ends and tied together at the top. This helped the sheaves to dry. We worked together as a family. Those were happy days for my father with his family around him. Mummy would bring tea and homemade bread drenched with butter to the field for the workers. It tasted good eating a bit of bread and a drink of tea in the sunshine together. A hare would scuttle in the distance and the corncrake sang in the meadow. Sweet communion, mankind with each other and with nature.
The warm days lasted as we harvested the crops. I do believe we don’t have as many warm days nowadays. One reason for climate change I suppose no one has thought of. The modern farm machinery do the work of many men and finish the work in a shorter time. They don’t need as many good days. The hares and corncrakes have left the meadows because the farm machines destroy their nests. One farmer owns many acres and meadows. Gone are the days when a small farmer could make a living to feed his family. The youth have gone from the land too. The joy of harvest is missing in our land. There is not the community atmosphere of helping one another to gather in the harvest. The talk, sharing of stories and the banter is missing. In Ireland, people danced at the crossroads when the harvest was over. Marriages were made and family ties strengthened to help one another through another year. The days of sunshine have left too!