The owl calls in the distance –making its home in the wooded creek behind my cream colored suburban home. Somewhat out of place, its night sound is a peaceful and haunting melody.
Like the dark and light keys on the piano, the tune is pleasing. One cannot help but take in the noise that echoes in the night and in the watches of the dawn.
With its yellow and wide eyes, it sees the things that the common man and animals miss in the dark. Awake in the wee hours of the morning – it watches the happenings while others are asleep, eyelids tightly closed on their pillows of rest.
May we desire to be not only creatures of the daylight; but, also owl observers of the night. Though we need physical rest, our spiritual eyes should always be open and alert. It is my prayer that I sense and see things the normal man cannot see or understand.
I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word. My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Hear my voice in accordance with your love; preserve my life, LORD, according to your laws. – Psalm 119: 147-149
Though the world may not comprehend the significance of heavenly order, I pray my life reflects the sweet aurora of my Savior. Our footprints in the sand (and the ones beside us) may be washed away from the carnal spectator; but they make a lasting impact on the heart of our LORD – and that’s the difference.
In the end, our footpaths will reappear when the Kingdom of Heaven is near. They will also serve as lanterns to those seeking the eternal promises in a world entangled by overreaching weeds.
May our eyes, wide and alert like the night owl, watch with discernment the things in the night hour and also the daylight. With an elaborate wingspan soaring atop the clouds, may we be a banner that points to the Most High God!
We will praise you in the daylight; but we will also sing of song of vigilance in the dead of night!