During the winter months, with firing up the wood stove, ashes, muddy floors and extra hours of darkness there are always additional tasks and chores waiting. I probably like a clean house a little more than is healthy, so I can easily dig myself into a rut indoors.
Still, when the calendar tells me spring is near I force myself outdoors every day, regardless of the weather.
Today my reward has been two-fold:
I found buds on the bulbs that began shooting up weeks ago – a very welcome addition of color to neutral winter shades.
Then I stopped to feel the sunshine warm me deeply. This is huge for me – normally I can quickly feel anxious being still – especially in the yards.
But over the winter God daily urged me to rest and let Him do His job (running the universe). As the sun rose over the treetops illuming the bulb bed the words from our predawn time together resounded through my soul:
“You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!” Psalm 30:11, 12 (NLT)
After a while I skipped down the driveway singing aloud. No first responders were involved.
Be blessed and pray it forward!