This mornings walk with the dog began with a step into a gentle mist falling from the sky. Enough water to sprinkle my jacket, which was not needed as the temperature was more than pleasant. The sun was rising but clouds kept it dim enough to add ambience to this gentle mist.

The lighter the mornings become the more neighbors I am seeing and meeting as they walk their dogs. The silence is so sacred none of us want to say a word, so we wave, nod or gently say good morning. There is a sense of safety, peace and security I cannot describe.

Hunter and I turned the corner and I heard a sound of what I thought was hooing. I look up in the trees to see where the owl may be, but what I saw was a dove and immediately I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “Do not mistake the sound of hooing for cooing.” What I thought was the hooing of an owl, was actually the cooing of a dove.

Song of Solomon 2, “Now is the time, my beautiful one. The season has changed, the bondage of your barren winter has ended, and the season of hiding is over and gone. The rains have soaked the earth and left it bright with blossoming flowers. The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived. I HEAR THE COOING OF DOVES IN OUR LAND, filling the air with songs to awaken you and guide you forth. Can you not discern this new day of destiny breaking forth around you? The early signs of my purposes and plans are bursting forth.”

I sense this word is for us as people who know the season has changed, but we are still waiting for it to manifest. We must discern what we hear. The old season was full of the hooing of owls, warnings, but this season is one of the cooing of doves. We must discern the new sound for the new day.

We cannot bring the old into the new. Mark 2:22 says, “Who would pour new wine into an old wine-skin? Eventually the wine will ferment and make the wineskin burst, losing everything—the wine will be spilled and the wineskin ruined. Instead, new wine is always poured into new wineskins.” We must discern what season we are in, for I hear the sound of the cooing of dove, not the hooing of owls. Www.apostolicresourcecenter.org