One way and another, it’s been a busy week, with its highs
and lows. I awoke in the night. It was still dark, but a blackbird sang its
heart out. ‘Blackbird singin’ in the dead of night’ dropped onto the turntable
in my head, and it’s been there ever since.
Waiting in the car to be called in for a blood test, I
thought about that phrase from Paul McCartney’s song. I thought of the
beautiful song of the blackbird, singing her heart out in the darkness. Not
waiting for dawn to break. Maybe they’re the warm-up band for the dawn chorus.
It feels like the dead of night to me. Signs of the dawn
coming, but morning hasn’t broken yet (that’s another record…) As a follower of
Jesus, I should begin my song of joy now. My hope is built on an unshakeable
rock, and I trust in him. I trust that day follows night, as he designed it to
do. I trust that he is with us in the dark, in the tedium, in the confusion, in
the grief.
Blackbird singing. This is our moment to be free. (Listen to
the song. It’s still great.)
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