Before the move to Texas, Squeak had been my sister Roan’s pet. Preferring to avoid the more dominant cats of our lot, he now inhabits the neighbor’s yards and pastures south of my bedroom window.
Not seeing him for weeks at a time concerned me during this hard season, but occasional sightings remind me how my family thrives here.
This afternoon I noticed him basking in the sun, staring dispassionately at me as I opened my bedroom window – for the first time since the onset of winter. His blinking pale green eyes said it all,
“Can’t you see it’s still cold out here? Roo, you’ve gone nuts.”
Inarguable, but nuts are brain food. I did the math: it was 47 degrees outside with marvelous, warm sunshine. Inside the cold radiating from the concrete floor made for 52 degree rooms. Yeah, it feels cold now, but wait, July’s coming. Though comfortable while I move about, as I sat working the cold quickly gripped me, pushing me outside into the sunshine every hour or so. As much as I enjoy the short walks, the frequent interruptions quickly wore at me.
“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all He has done.”*
The many distractions from deadlines I’d hoped to meet today felt too heavy. A little while after noontime I boldly opened the bedroom window and then stood still, holding my hands open before it, checking for slightly warmer air outside.
Excited, (with only a slight shiver) I also opened the western window in the living area. Again, warmer air wafted in.
Surging with new energy from this tangible promise of long-anticipated spring, I set a timer to remind me to check the windows again in an hour, and happily returned to my desk. Rejuvenated with warmer, fresh air now pushing the candle wax and wood stove smells from the rooms, I keyed madly away until the alarm sounded. The incoming air already cooler, I reluctantly closed the windows with a shudder.
Knowing spring is coming soon, and breathing in the warmer, fresh air are profoundly different.
Granted, within minutes the outside air was again too cool. But I’d placed a milestone in this crazy winter.
Inside is 54 degrees already. We made it, Squeak!
“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.” 2 Corinthians 4:7 (NLT)
*Philippians 4:6 (NLT)