Anticipation

Sitting in the warm afternoon sun, wondering when the pile of snow outside my window will melt, I cannot help but think of Spring. The returning vigor of life surging up from the soil, singing from tree to tree, or browsily humming among the flowers waits just beyond sight. Easter comes once more and with it hope. Vaccines, too.

What will Spring bring this year? Will it quietly come and go, fading with Future’s passing like the clock silently marking time in the corner, rolling through days like numbers, unheeded, unvalued, and cast off like the used bandages of a wound slowly healing? Will it explode into a furious celebration of life, like trees that bloom only after bitter winters, as the melodies of life and love drift together, spiraling ever on to the end? Will it crouch lazily in the sun outside my window, insistently purring its contentment, while I dream of better days to come?

To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.

Eat, drink, and find satisfaction in your work under the sun during the few days God has given.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your strength.

In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He shall make your paths straight.

Choose you this day.

This is the day which the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May He cause His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.

God bless.