The other night my grandson and I were walking the family dog and he found a dead cicada at the base of a big old tree. All around us we could hear the song of hundreds of cicadas – that beautiful, recognizable, cricket-like chirping. I told my grandson about the life cycle of the insect and how they start as an egg, larvae, nymph, and then finally an adult (after 17 years for some species). Once an adult, they find a mate, do their thing and die. And yet, they sing.
Isn’t that amazing?
That got me thinking!
My life isn’t nearly that complicated. I don’t have to spend 17 years in a tunnel underground (have spent some time in a pigpen though!!!!), I got to have offspring THREE times, I’ve had TWO mates (LOL), and you know what?
At times it is so darn hard to even a hum a tune, never mind, SING.
He has put a new song in my heart. Psalm 40.3
Good word. I’m not even humming today. I like what Margie said! And she can speak TRUTH! My voice today is a groan and even a cry. That would be like being in the desert 17 years just waiting, sitting, wondering. Sounds like Cicadas know the story and yet they sing thru it all. Maybe I will give it shot.
Thanks for making me laugh out loud….and remember to SING !
That’s why the Lord has a choir of angels that sing to him nonstop…in cases such as the one you just mentioned! We eventually get back to a hum, then a song : ) then we are right back singing along with the choir…xo
Suz, thank you for the laugh and reminding me to keep a song in my heart and a gentle tune on my lips. xoxo
Don’t you just Love the sound of them, to me it reminds me that Fall is not to fall off. I hope that the cicadas are in heaven , Bet they are, just singing to our Lord! We are Blessed , aren’t we!
I always thought of the cicadas as an annoying sound in August but now when I hear them ‘sing’ I will be reminded of the sovereign faithfulness of the Father who is working His plan for each of us.
I never knew how to spell the name until now. Knew the sound. Didn’t know the name. It’s like with Holy Spirit. Know when He comes but don’t always know what He is doing until He’s gone. Hmmmmmm. So much rushing. So little resting. Look forward to being in “The Beautiful Land” our brother Daniel wrote about so many years ago. Maybe we will stop and listen to the cicadas then, if there are any.
LORD…forgive us for rushing through Your world and not seeing or hearing the wonderful sights and sounds You placed here because You love us.
I love to picture you and your grandson walking and sharing this conversation and experience, Warms my heart. Thanks for the insights.
Ali