April 22, 2026
Song of Solomon 2:11–12
“See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.”
I was up early this morning, 4:00 am out to an appointment at 4:30 am. I heard something that lifted my spirit. It wasn't a new sound, it was a familiar sound but one that I haven't paused to listen to so far this Spring. The sound I heard was the "birdsong".
There is something beautiful about the sound of birds in the spring. After months of silence, bare trees, cold winds, and long nights, their song breaks through. For me, it is one of the first signs that winter has loosened its grip. Before the leaves fully return, before the warmth settles in, there is music.
Birdsong is not just background noise; I believe it is an announcement. Winter does not last forever.
The Scripture from Song of Solomon paints this same picture. It speaks of a turning point, a shift from barrenness to beauty, from silence to song. “The season of singing has come.” Not might come. Not could come. Has come. God declares it as a reality, even when the ground is just beginning to thaw.
Many of us know what it feels like to live through a kind of winter. Not a season marked by snow and ice, but one marked by heaviness, grief, waiting, or silence. There are times when joy feels distant, like something we remember but cannot quite reach. Prayers feel quiet. Hope feels thin. And we begin to wonder if the song will ever return.
But just as surely as the birds return each spring, God restores joy in His time.
Someone put it like this: "the birds don’t force the season to change. They respond to it. When the conditions are right, when the earth begins to awaken, they begin to sing." I wonder if joy is not like that, we do not create joy by our effort alone. Joy is something God renews within us. This Joy, it often begins quietly, almost unnoticed, like the my first notice of the birdsong at dawn today.
So, maybe our “song” doesn’t come back all at once. Maybe it returns as a small sense of peace where there was once fear, worry or anxiety. Maybe it shows up as a renewed desire to pray, to hope, to engage again with life. Maybe it is simply the strength to take the next step.
That is still a song.
God does not rush seasons, but He is always faithful within them. Winter has its purpose, but it is never the final word. The same God who allows the quiet also brings the music back.
So listen carefully.
What is stirring in your heart right now?
What small note of hope, gratitude, or peace is beginning to rise again?
That may be the beginning of your song returning.
Birdsong is not just background noise; I believe it is an announcement. Winter does not last forever.
The Scripture from Song of Solomon paints this same picture. It speaks of a turning point, a shift from barrenness to beauty, from silence to song. “The season of singing has come.” Not might come. Not could come. Has come. God declares it as a reality, even when the ground is just beginning to thaw.
Many of us know what it feels like to live through a kind of winter. Not a season marked by snow and ice, but one marked by heaviness, grief, waiting, or silence. There are times when joy feels distant, like something we remember but cannot quite reach. Prayers feel quiet. Hope feels thin. And we begin to wonder if the song will ever return.
But just as surely as the birds return each spring, God restores joy in His time.
Someone put it like this: "the birds don’t force the season to change. They respond to it. When the conditions are right, when the earth begins to awaken, they begin to sing." I wonder if joy is not like that, we do not create joy by our effort alone. Joy is something God renews within us. This Joy, it often begins quietly, almost unnoticed, like the my first notice of the birdsong at dawn today.
So, maybe our “song” doesn’t come back all at once. Maybe it returns as a small sense of peace where there was once fear, worry or anxiety. Maybe it shows up as a renewed desire to pray, to hope, to engage again with life. Maybe it is simply the strength to take the next step.
That is still a song.
God does not rush seasons, but He is always faithful within them. Winter has its purpose, but it is never the final word. The same God who allows the quiet also brings the music back.
So listen carefully.
What is stirring in your heart right now?
What small note of hope, gratitude, or peace is beginning to rise again?
That may be the beginning of your song returning.
Let's Pray
Lord, You are the One who brings seasons of renewal. When my heart feels quiet and worn, remind me that winter does not last forever. Help me to notice the small songs You are placing back into my life. Teach me to trust Your timing and to receive Your joy again. Amen.
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