{"id":8735,"date":"2014-04-29T01:00:34","date_gmt":"2014-04-29T08:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.doorposts.com\/blog\/?p=8735"},"modified":"2014-04-28T07:42:10","modified_gmt":"2014-04-28T14:42:10","slug":"i-should-be-singing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.doorposts.com\/blog\/2014\/04\/29\/i-should-be-singing\/","title":{"rendered":"I Should Be Singing"},"content":{"rendered":"

My daughter had \u00a0a “friend”. She called him Dean. He recently moved on, and she’s glad.<\/p>\n

Personally, I think Dean was a girl. He\/she acted like a girl. She fretted. A lot.<\/p>\n

\"042915RobinWindow\"Every morning Dean(a) took up his\/her post in the ailing chain-of-gold tree outside Bethany’s window, and started her daily ritual — usually before Bethany would like to be awake. Sitting anxiously in the tree, or pacing nervously back and forth in a window box on the deck rail, Dean(a) flew at Bethany’s window, pecking at the glass — over and over and over again. All day. And he\/she was an early riser.<\/p>\n

Bethany’s window is still covered with little dirty peck marks from that anxiety-ridden robin. And what has all his\/her effort accomplished?<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/strong><\/p>\n

That robin just missed out on a whole lot of our beautiful Oregon spring, and wasted its time banging against its own reflection when it could have been making our days sweeter with its song!<\/span><\/p>\n

Dean(a) reminds me of me.<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0I may not hang out in a tree, but I do my own version of window-pecking. I see (or usually just imagine<\/em>) a problem. I fly at it. I step back and fly at it again. And again.<\/p>\n

I do my own version of pacing in the window box, watching for the enemy and never realizing that that enemy I keep seeing is\u00a0<\/span>me\u00a0<\/strong>and my over-active imagination, or\u00a0<\/span>me<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span>and my pride, or me\u00a0<\/strong>and my desire to be in control.
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While I peck away, I make a pest of myself. I disturb the peace, I use up a lot of energy for nothing, and I\u00a0miss the beauty God has put all around me. I accomplish nothing.<\/p>\n

Instead of pecking windows, I just need to relax, trust God, do what He’s called me to do, and sing His praises.\u00a0He’s got it under control.<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. \u00a0Are you not of more value than they?”\u00a0<\/em>(Matthew 6:26).<\/p>\n

“My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise”\u00a0<\/em>(Psalm 57:7).<\/p>\n

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