I live in a big metropolitan area in southern California, but I love nature, and always try to be out in it when I can be. Sometimes in the early morning, or late at night, everything else is quiet enough that I can hear the birds sing. I love those moments. Especially in the spring time when the night mockingbirds come out and sing so loudly nearly all night long.
Birds in the big city always seem to be competing with noise from airplanes, passing cars, sirens, the ever-present rustle of human civilization. Then it struck me, they’re not competing with those sounds. They’re just singing. The birds would sing just as loud if they were in the middle of the Los Angeles National Forest with acres of wildlife instead of acres of people things. The birds don’t start their song over when they get interrupted by man, or sing louder when a helicopter goes by, or give up when the blare of an ambulance siren drowns them out. They just sing.
Fixing Our Eyes On Jesus
How many times does God tell us to go look at nature for different object lessons about how we ought to look at life?
Those birds don’t get distracted from the one message God has for them to share. Even when settled in a place that we’d think of as hostile to nature, they still sing. Struggles come because they’re having to adapt to an environment that’s alien to wildlife, yet they still sing their message.
What do I let distract me?