I woke to the sound of crickets. It was one of those perfect fall nights, cool enough to
sleep with the windows open. Did the crickets wake me or something else?
I know so
little about the cricket. Do they make noise all the time? Why? Can they sleep
and make noise at the same time? Do they take turns- some sleep, some chirp? How do they 'do' life? In packs? In herds? By themselves unless it is mating season?
But now as I write in the early hours of dawn, it is hard to hear them. The early morning sounds, the first birds, a
train, cars on a distant highway and the rumblings of the first child awake, are
drowning out the crickets that were so loud only a few hours ago.
Maybe that is
why I often feel so connected to God in the night, even in my dreams.
Maybe God’s
presence is like the crickets' song- always there, but sometimes I allow life's little things, to drown out the sound of him.
Thank you crickets for this simple reminder. I
hope to use your music to remind me the spirit is always with me.
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