Gazing out my window at the rain-drenched trees and the abundance of green, saying goodbye to March and waving in April and... spring.
Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~ Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Taking deep breaths of fresh, clean air, cleansed by the cloud's tears. Thanking God for the gift of life, the promise of Easter, and the delight of being His.
This morning I listened to a good ole country song thru the radio as I flew down the road in my short little (just like me) truck. I smiled at a raindrop landing on my nose as I come out of class, relieved the test was over. Settling down at my desk this afternoon, the long afternoon stretched out before me like an empty palette, the paints and brushes in my hand, I sighed. Color lives again.
Just like potpourri.
The flower petals that though dead and dried, still lift a heavenly fragrence that tinges the air with happiness amid the crazy and nods with peaceful assurance despite the pain.
Breathe deeply, my heart. The bird sings, the green grows, spring is here.
It's time to dance to the music of His love.