Plopping down on the bed in the guest bedroom, I looked forward to a good night’s sleep. What should have been a five hour trip turned into over six. Driving through Baton Rouge tends to mess up any and all schedules. On one trip, the GPS even had the nerve to ask if we’d like to switch into pedestrian mode. Traveling through the capital city of Louisiana is a slow stroll down the interstate. You don’t move fast. At all. And there’s no good reason for it.
My body ached at the long hours of sitting in the car. Stretching my legs and my arms while I lay flat on the mattress I thought “I’ll bet I fall asleep in no time! I’m weary!”
As my brain and body quieted and still, I heard an odd noise. It sounded like hundreds of birds chirping. Or thousands! And they didn’t stop. My room was on the second floor. I’m up high enough to be level with their nests.
Off and on through the night, I dozed. Then woke. Only to hear the birds. Again. When do birds sleep? Do they sleep at all?
I thought of the Hitchcock horror movie from long ago: The Birds. Set in a quaint California town, hundred of birds suddenly and violently began attacking people. Was this the Mississippi version of that film?
This is the scripture that pushed those thoughts aside:
“Indeed, the Protector of Israel does not slumber or sleep.” Psalm 121:4
God is our protector. He doesn’t sleep or slumber. He keeps us safe.
Rest easy, friend.
Until next time,
Do you know Jesus?
Love this, Ellen! ❤️
Thank you friend!I was trying hard to “show” not “Tell” like Leslie teaches!!
Enjoyed reading this account. I often hear birds chirping at all hours of the night too.
Thank you for all your interesting articles. Luv ya
Awww, thank you Nancy!!
Birds always make me think of
Psalm 84:1-4.
How lovely is your dwelling place,
Lord Almighty!
2 My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.
3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
Lord Almighty, my King, and my God.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Oh yes! That’s beautiful Cindy!
So funny Ellen. I could imagine the birds outside your window and you with your pillow over your head. Lol.
So glad God doesn’t sleep. (Maybe the birds were singing to Him. Wink)
Smiles, BRC
That’s a great picture, the birds singing to God! Wish I had thought of that when I was struggling for sleep ?