Embracing the rain this morning after enduring an extremely long, cold, harsh winter. I thought it would never end. Customarily, I love winter, but even I have had enough. The smell of rain and the freshness of the breeze wafts through my bedroom window as I lay in bed longer than usual because my body has succumbed to a spring cold. As I lay here barely breathing, every muscle in my body aching, mouth parched from breathing through it all night long, I’m listening to the rain drops beat the roof of our patio just outside our bedroom window and excited at the prospect of how quickly the dead, dry, brown earth will turn to green as the heavens water it for us. God never forgets the cycle of things. Things He set in motion. Things like Spring and Summer. They WILL eventually come. That is the hope we have. That the cycle God set in motion from the beginning of time, from the days He created the earth and declared ‘it was good’, will continue their cycle.
Even now, I am up to see if I feel any better standing up and surprisingly, I do….I am watching our aspens bend in the breeze and I observe that leaves are starting to sprout. I am so looking forward to seeing those towering aspens covered with bright green leaves and listen to them swaying in the wind as I lay in bed at night, trying to keep cool after a hot summer day. Those days are coming. I know they are. Those days of tossing on some flip flops to take a quit jaunt to Starbucks for their latest and greatest frappuccino to refresh us on a hot summer evening as we sit around the firepit on the patio and regale each other with stories of the weeks peculiarities or conquests.
The Red Plaid Apron 