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