The Song of the Woods

Andrea 2 11 2015

Andrea loved her parents. They had given her everything a young girl could want or need, but it had cost them dearly. She knew and appreciated that. Rather than living to love or loving to live, her parents lived to provide. She couldn’t do that anymore than she could catch a sparrow and keep it in a tiny cage for her own selfish pleasure. Life was calling to her from outside the birdcage and she had to open her wings and soar. She had to.

The song coming from the woods was a most beautiful tune. It was unlike anything she’d ever heard before. And there were words. The words seemed hidden to her mind, but the tune was so enchanting that the words didn’t matter. Finding the source of the magical chorus would answer all of her questions and provide an adventure on this waning day of summer.

She had spent many days of her life beside this brook, in the meadow, and among the trees of the woods. It had been her personal playground all of her life. It felt more like home to her than the wooden house alongside the gravel road where she did her homework, watched tv, and slept each night. Soon the grass of the meadow gave way to the brush of the woods and it scraped against her bare legs, but not enough to mark or break the skin. It brought back memories of how her kitten Snowball would play.

The warmth of the sun had slowly as Andrea pushed deeper into the woods and the fine hairs on her skin lifted upon tiny goosebumps. The song floated among the trees accompanied by the rustle of leaves. Her mind warned that caution was appropriate, but her heart drew her on to the source of magical tune. The adventure had just begun.

Through the trees she spied a rocky hill. The song, she was certain, was coming from that point. She pushed her way through the bushes. It was a cave … and the song echoed from inside.

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that you may approve the things that are excellent … (Philippians 1:9, 10).

*** This is the second of a 3-part story.

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