Five Minute Friday




Days unfold to the sounds of various birds chattering just outside of our room. They’re so loud, it sounds like more than are really there. I lay in bed and I listen. All is quiet, save their conversations in the vine that wraps over the pergola. I call it “the neighborhood” for all of the nests that hide within it’s thick, leaf covered expanse.

Lately, I’ve made more time for backyard sitting. It’s been my escape from the chores that wait to be done. It’s been a closet to whisper my struggles into the phone to a friend who lives in town, or in Florida.

It doesn’t matter what time of day I find myself out there, under the umbrella, under the pergola and vines, beneath the many nests and mama birds–they are never quiet. They twitter and peep–and lately, there is the sound of new life, baby birds awakening from their calcium cocoons.

Except for the four we found, ejected from the nest, strewn around patio and yard.

They always have something to say and I hear psalms as they sing. Animals who sing praises even as my own lips quiver to let the words out.

June’s been rough, busier than I’d planned, noisier, less structured and oppressive in all the terrible ways that word implies.

I’ve made the porch my sanctuary, I go out there to listen. To read. To wait for God to speak–

He is quiet right now–fully present, but quiet still. But my heart will wait. My spirit will rest in knowing that I don’t always get to know.

I will sit beneath that trumpet vine and watch for Him. I will continue to listen to the birds, whose praise knows no end.

(The song below has captured my heart, and I find it encourages me to worship, to sing psalms and remember His glory)

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  1. Bethany Vitaro

    I love your words and I find myself mentally pulling up a chair beside you to enjoy the chorus. Be encouraged, He may seem quiet during the difficulties, but when we wrestle with him are the times he is really the closest to us.

  2. Tonya

    I love how you describe your sanctuary – I love being in my garden too. Love seeing God paint my life with His creation. And this song friend? It gave me chills… Thank you for gifting it to us this morning.

  3. soulstops

    Dear Kris,
    I love that you stop and listen for His voice…sometimes we hear, sometimes we just sit and wait with Him…Blessings this Friday 🙂

  4. Beautiful! Sanctuary is wherever you find it or make it. What a lovely place to have the birds of the air singing praise that you can eavesdrop on daily. Relaxes me just thinking about it. Keep waiting and listening friend.

  5. Mia

    Dear Kris
    We have a palm tree about 2 meters from our bedroom window with quite a lot of finches nesting and breeding there every spring. Oh, you should hear the cacophony of chattering baby birds once they are all hatched!
    Much love

  6. Becky Daye

    Now when I hear the birds chirping outside my window at 5 AM, I will think of this post and be reminded to be thankful rather than irritated! Thank you!!!
    Praying for you as you take your internet break!

  7. Amy

    I love your words here today but this last line “the birds, whose praise knows no end.” also hurts my heart a little. God has blessed me so much and I should be like those birds and praise Him with no end. However, I find myself questioning and whining so much lately. Thank you for reminding me that I am to praise Him and not depend on the birds to do what I should be doing.

  8. Missindeedy

    Goodness, this captures perfectly how I’ve been feeling this month. The oppressive busy-ness and the desire to just sit quietly in a little sanctuary for the peace to listen. Such encouragement here.


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