Tweeting in the Dark


    It is a dark (and I mean dark) pitch-black morning. It is raining gently, a cold rain; and the birds

are beginning to tweet. That's strange. They are tweeting in the pitch-dark. In the cold rain. ???

It must be because they know the dawn is coming... Soon.

    "Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom." Jesus says.

Don't worry about how you are going to make it during the coronavirus: if you are going to get

sick; if the government's breath-taking largess will lead to inflation, deflation or worse. Fear not.

It is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom, little flock.

    You can tweet, little flock, even though it is dark. The light is coming. You know it, deep down.

The Dayspring from on High has risen with healing in his wings. Every day brings you closer. You

can only sing songs in the dark when it is dark. You can only have faith during hard times, when

times are hard. Now is our chance to truly sing in faith. The song sung in the dark is precious to your

Father.

    Lift your hearts, little flock!  The Father awaits your chirps. Especially your chirps in the rain,

in the cold and in the dark...  Chirp on.