Sing, baby, SING!

Recently I was laying in bed, kinda feeling sorry for myself because of all my problems that 'God isn't solving fast enough', and I was thinkin' about pouting just a little. The window was open and I began listening to the wonderful melody the birds outside were making. It seemed to be louder and clearer than usual, and there seemed to be more birds than usual. Suddenly I received an impression of a bird sitting on a limb, pouting, with its wings crossed, all grumpy-like and complaining about its 'lot in life' what with being just a bird and all. I imagined the bird refusing to be happy - refusing to sing saying, I won't sing... I'm not gonna do it - no sir - not until I get more bird seed, more appreciation, and better living conditions.                                                                                                      
I know that's never going to happen and that was my 'Life Lesson'. You will never see a bird feeling sorry for himself, no sir. He just picks up his tune and lifts it up to the sky every day, rain or shine, hot or cold. No wonder God takes care of the sparrow and knows whenever one falls to the ground!
And so my advice to you my friend, is - sing! Hallelujah! SING!