God used a mockingbird who didn’t sing to teach me a gentle lesson about wise speech. The bird flew from a neighbor’s yard and perched on our holly bush. Wrens, cardinals, and sparrows serenaded the day, but the mockingbird turned her head from side to side as if listening intently then flew away. A few moments later she returned, perched on a hydrangea bush, and trilled her song as if she had an important message to convey. How like this wise bird I want to be—not chirping and squawking constantly as soon as I arrive on a scene. I want…