Isaiah 50

4 He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. 5 The Sovereign LORD has opened my ears, and I have not been rebellious; I have not drawn back.
This chapter is yet another dark lament about how God's chosen people have turned their backs to Him and He is not happy.
Isaiah seems like someone screaming in the wilderness, does anyone hear him, does anyone care? (Let them throw stones, they will not hurt me; the Sovereign Lord will protect me!)
Yet in the middle of this lament starting inside verse 4 Isaiah speaks to me and gives voice to something I feel as much as I know. That God's voice can be heard in the gentle rustle of a spring breeze through the fresh green leaves, in the joyful chirping of the birds dancing through the tree tops, in the distant barking of the dog down the street out for his morning constitutional, all signs that the world God has created for me is alive, vibrant and waiting for me as a gift.