I have had this one song stuck in my head for days now, my heart sings it over and over, and unlike those silly commercial jingles that sometimes get stuck in there, this one does not bother me. I love having it in there.
 On Saturday I was in my kitchen, cooking breakfast and this song started playing. I was singing along and just as I begin to sing "Your righteousness is like the might mountain", I glanced out my patio window at the beautiful Sandia Mountains, and there was a hawk up in the sky, what a beautiful sight, mighty mountains and a majestic hawk.


(This is not a photo of the hawk I saw, nor even the mountain I was looking at, but it gives an idea)


Your Love, Oh Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness
Stretches to the skies
Your righteousness
Is like the mighty mountain
Your justice flows like the ocean's tide

I will lift my voice
To worship You my King
And I will find my strength
In the shadow of Your wings

Your Love, Oh Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness
Stretches to the skies
Your righteousness
Is like the mighty mountain
Your justice flows like the ocean's tide

I will lift my voice
To worship You my King
And I will find my strength
In the shadow of Your wings

Your Love, Oh Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness
Stretches to the skies

 

Hawks are sort of special to my North Carolina family, and therefore they have become rather special to me now also. I have always admired them, but since returning from my last trip to North Carolina, I seem to see them everywhere.

Today as I left for work, I noticed a prairie falcon sitting upon one of the power lines. I was pleased and felt blessed to have noticed him.

 Later on I went to lunch and I was driving back to work from my house, on the dirt road where we live, I saw a red tailed hawk, and he was playing in the wind. He swooped down low over the road, he did several tight turns low to the ground, then he swooped back over the road, all in front of me as I am driving, he did some graceful dives, and swooped once more across the road in front of me and off he flew. I felt very blessed to have witnessed his display.

  This evening I received a text from my son saying that a mourning dove had flown into our house, and he sent me the below photo of it. He and my husband captured the bird. My husband took the bird outside and opened his hands for it to fly and it just sat there in his hands. He had to throw it up into the air to get it to go.

 

So it has been a day of the birds today. I am not really superstitious about such things, but with the swooping red tailed hawk, and then the mourning dove flying into the house, I cannot help but wonder if there is a message to these visits.

So out of curiosity I looked it up and found this "A hawk is referred to as the messenger. The hawk is also about visionary power and guardianship, as the hawk is very protective of the young in its nest. It teaches us about providing for family and self. The hawk teaches us to be observant and to pay attention to what we may overlook. This could mean a talent we don't use, a blessing for which we haven't expressed gratitude, or a message." and this "Ancient legends say that mourning doves are prophets bringing messages of wisdom to humankind: Mourn what has passed but awaken to the promise of the future." they are also called "angel doves".