
We have a new friend in our neighborhood; he’s a mockingbird who likes to sing at night. And when I say night, I mean in the wee hours of the morning.😳
▶️ 1:26 AM: Our fourteen year old diabetic schnauzer wakes me up to go outside. “Casanova” (the Mockingbird) sits in the top of our neighbor’s pine tree cycling through every song he knows.
⏩ 3:?? AM: Cooper, the schnauzer, rouses me again, for another potty break. As soon as I open the back door, I hear our ill-timed songster, still serenading —at 77 decibels. Yes, I checked it with my Apple Watch. No, I don’t normally wear it to bed.🙈
⏩ 5:15 AM: My alarm goes off. It’s time to feed Cooper and give him his morning insulin. After he eats, it’s out for yet another potty break. Guess who’s still singing away when I step out on the porch? That’s right, Casanova.
He sang all night.
⏸️ Does this remind you of anyone in the Bible? What about if I replace the word sang with prayed?
One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray and spent the night praying to God.
Luke 6:12 (NIV)
The first early, early encounter with the mockingbird happened shortly after Maundy Thursday became the wee hours of Good Friday. My mind naturally went to Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, praying his heart out to God.
Question: How long would Christ have cried out to his Father if the angry mob had not come for him?
Answer: All. Night. Long.
Kind reader, I confess I’ve never watched and prayed, praised, or done anything until the next morning with Jesus. Like Peter, James, and John “my eyes were heavy” (Matthew 26:43).
‘Could you men not keep watch with me for one hour?’ He asked Peter. ‘Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.’
Jesus- Matthew 26:40-41 (NIV)
Heavenly Father: please help me tarry with you in prayer, for an hour, or as long as it takes. My flesh is weak, but your Holy Spirit within me is willing. Amen
Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️ prayers and love.
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