Good Morning!
Frantic cries echo through the still air. A scream—faint, distant—rises from somewhere unseen. Her dismay draws closer, her pain tugging at my attention. I stop. I look. I try to catch a glimpse of the one behind the frantic bellow. The cry comes from the trees on my left, running along the creek. I stare, fine‑tuning my ear, trying to hear again.
Silence.
Then she appears—wings cutting through the quiet—flying west toward the setting sun. She finds a branch to perch on. Stillness settles again. Then, without warning, she lifts off and disappears.
Moments like this remind us that not all cries are meant to be solved. Some are meant to be noticed. Some are meant to awaken something in us. Some are meant to remind us that God hears every sound, even the ones we barely catch.
There are cries in our world that we walk past every day: the silent ache of a friend, the hidden exhaustion of a parent, the quiet despair of someone who smiles too easily. And sometimes, the cry is our own; buried, muffled, tucked behind responsibility and routine.
But God hears. God sees. God responds.
The bird’s cry may not have revealed its story, but it revealed something in me: a reminder that heaven is attentive even when earth is silent. A reminder that God is near even when the noise fades. A reminder that deliverance often begins with a sound, a whisper, a groan, a prayer, a cry.
If you feel unheard, unnoticed, or unseen, lift your voice. Even if it trembles. Even if it cracks. Even if it barely escapes your lips.
The Lord hears the righteous when they cry out. And He moves.
Your cry is not wasted. Your cry is not ignored. Your cry is the beginning of God’s response.
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