A walk with Whitaker

Let birds fly above the earth across the face of the firmament of the heavens. – Genesis 1:20

When my dog Whitaker and I take our morning walk through the deep woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, the air is filled with sound. Birds of many species break the early morning silence with their songs.

Sometimes it’s a steady chirp-chirp-chirp – probably a sparrow. It could be the lilting melody of a robin or the happy trill of a proud cardinal. At times it’s a sustained, single-note call from some unfamiliar bird. Then come the harsh squawks of a blue jay or the raucous caw of a raven. Then a little group of chickadees will flit their way through the trees, repeating their "chick-a-dee-dee-dee" sounds.

"Isn’t God great!" I say to Whit, who seems to have chipmunks on his mind. I thank God for the great gift of hearing and the wonderful variety of sounds with which He fills His woods. He created hundreds of varieties of birds, each with its own color and habits and call (Genesis 1:20-21). "God saw that it was good. And God blessed them" (vv. 21-22).

As I continue my walk with Whitaker, my heart is filled with thankfulness to God for the multitude of sights and sounds and colors and species that enrich our world. I praise Him for His creativity in not only forming our world but making it so beautiful – and good. – Dave Egner

This is my Father’s world –
The birds their carols raise;
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise. – Babcock

READ: Genesis 1:20-25

In nature we hear the voice of God.

The Bible in one year:

• Psalms 87-88
• Romans 13