Crickets.

I was out walking my dog a couple of nights ago. The moon was beautiful, the air was still, and the temperature was just right. As we made our way back home I decided to just stop and take in my surroundings. So right there in the middle of the street, I stopped.


As I stood I looked around at all of the Christmas lights nearby and those dancing in the night sky off in the distance. Then I closed my eyes. I could smell the warmth of burning wood coming from a neighbor's home, and the trees seemed to emanate a most intoxicating smell of winter. Then I heard them. 


Crickets. Lots of them.
Then I wondered aloud, "God, why do people complain about crickets' chirping?" 


I'm guilty of getting frustrated about a cricket or two outside of my window when I have an early morning awaiting me. But in that moment I was so thankful for the ability to hear the crickets. Not only because of the obvious - that my sense of hearing is on par with God's intended purpose when he designed ears...but because I could hear HIM. 


God created every living thing. Hearing the crickets is like hearing his thoughts. He knew just what he wanted them to look and sound like. Just like he knew what he wanted me to look and sound like before I was birthed into the earth. He made absolutely no mistakes. When I look in the mirror I know that he thought of every single detail that makes me who I am.


I think that's a little more than amazing.
Thank you, Father, that I can hear the crickets...