The Road…My Dove Song
Written By Stephanie Cawthron, 3-8-09
I awoke this morning and opened my eyes. I heard the song of a dove. I smiled, as I thanked God for His beauty and love. Throughout our lives, we are on a journey. There is a road that leads to life, hope, love and fulfillment. However, we tend to choose the mysterious paths to appease our curiosity, trails that lead to nowhere, nothing, or an end. We cross each other at times on these paths-sometimes the ones we meet go with us part of the way on our journey. Some help. Some don’t. And as we follow others, instead of ourselves and our hearts, and wind up at dead ends, we ponder what it’s all for. Why do we choose to walk the winding paths that lead to nowhere? The paths are long and rocky; they are wide, and we’re all looking for something on the other side. We all need love, we need compassion. But lack of these causes strong reactions. Pain. Sadness. Longing. Temporary joy, seeming happiness. But in the end, we still feel empty. What is this thing inside us that keeps us moving on? Someone has called us. Urges us. CARRIES us. Encourages us. To stay on the straight and narrow path that leads us THERE. The right way. There’s only one right way to find what we are searching for. One way to find that missing fulfillment we need in our lives. We must follow where God had called us-urged us. We must walk in his direction and stay forever straight on the Road.
I wrote the above passage one morning before I read Isaiah 59:8-11. I had just woken up, and really was hearing the song of doves. I felt God urging me to write, and as I wrote, the above words were put to paper. Afterwards, as I was spending time in God’s word, He revealed the following passage to me, confirming that I was very clearly hearing the voice of God in my heart. Since that day, anytime I hear a dove, or see a dove, I get goose bumps! I know beyond all shadow of a doubt, that those doves are my Lord speaking over me, and being tangibly present in my life! I love my Savior! I hope the words here may touch your life, as they have my own.
Isaiah 59:8-11
They don’t know where to find peace, or what it means to be just and good. They have mapped out crooked roads, and no one who follows them knows a moment’s peace. So there is no justice among us, and we know nothing about right living. We look for light, but only find darkness. We look for bright skies, but walk in gloom. We grope like the blind along a wall, feeling our way like people without eyes. Even at brightest noon time, we stumble as though it were dark; among the living, we are like the dead. We growl like hungry bears, we moan like mournful DOVES. We look for justice, but it never comes. We look for rescue, but it is far from us.
