As I sat
in my sanctuary
this morning,
with the painting of Jesus praying
looking at me,
I stopped
and appreciated the peace,
the quiet,
the calmness.
I tuned my ears
to God
and
what do you think I heard?
God whistled at me!
No, God didn’t whistle like Roger Whittaker.
He didn’t even whistle like this obsessed whistler below.
No, God whistled through the trees outside in my snow-covered yard.
The wind was blowing at about 30 miles per hour.
Some people might find that sound
annoying
or
frightening.
I found it inspiring.
Here is the poem it inspired:
God Is Whistling
God is whistling
At me this morning
The trees are dancing
Sending out a warning
A storm is coming
The sky is darkening gray
We’re going to have snow
Again on Christmas day
I listened to His whistle
For in it there was joy
I heard His song announcing
The coming of His Boy
I can whistle His arrival
I can join God’s happy tune
‘Cuz I celebrate this season
Christ the Lord is coming soon
I imagine those doves are cooing
as they peer down on the Christ Child.
I can whistle a cooing sound of a dove.
Try it.
God is listening.
I can whistle. Can you?
Whistle a love song.
Whistle a Christmas carol.
Whistle along with your favorite song of the season.
Here’s another Roger Whittaker for your listening pleasure:
I hope that made you smile.
Nothing like a cheerful whistle!
Thanks for visiting JanBeek.
Have a Marvelous Monday.
See ya tomorrow.
JanBeek 
Comments on: "God is Whistling" (13)
It indeed made me smile and whistle! Love you and your love of God!! š„°š¤šššāļøššā¤ļø
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So glad – – – Mission accomplished! Thanks {{{Charlotte}}} ā¤ God bless you!
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I’d forgotten about Roger W. Thanks for the reminder
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Ah, so you had heard of him, huh? Mighta guessed that. You look like a guy who could have a magical whistle, {{{Derrick}}} ;o)
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š Not that magical, Jan. X
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I hope you have a marvelous Monday, toooooo, dear sweet momma! Its rare I can listen to your videos but I can imagine the fabulous whistling š š
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Maybe you can tune in to one of those whistlers next time you go down to Sierre and have more time and a better internet connection. BTW, how IS your internet connection in Vissoie?
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It’s not a question of internet connection but of circumstances. I’m usually surrounded by people so can’t listen to your videos. Our internet is excellent!
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Oh, I am glad to hear that!
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I love your whistling poem. I remember wanting to whistle as good as my dad. He was a champion. I practiced and practiced. I even whistled without realizing it sometimes. One Sunday I started whistling during the church service. Ooops! But I got pretty good. Never as good as my dad though. God is whistling in those beautiful trees! Iām so glad it calms you and inspires such wonderful poems. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank YOU for sharing this story of your dad and his whistling, (((Laina))). I’m glad your whistle is a source of joy! You are a source of my joy. God bless you! ā¤
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I loved the whistling, Jan, and had a go myself yesterday as I was getting dressed and putting on my face. I think I could get rather good with practice! š xx
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So glad to hear that! Keep at it!! ā¤
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