This is the Day the Lord Hath Made

The morning air was thick.  Yesterday's warmth, evident in the coolness.  Steam rising from the nearby pond looked as if a fire smoldered deep from within.  That same fog laid upon the ground, engulfing the cows, hidden in the cool morning air. Clouds in the distant skies, scattered as if shifting winds were too much.  It was a deep, deep morning full of emotion and a sense of longing.  The road to work was long and many thoughts laid upon my mind.

The day unfolded without incident.  In my work world, that is amazing.  Quiet hands, thankful heart, blessed by the scent of the recently gifted daffodils.  The week before Easter break.  A break loved by all because the reality of the end of the year is in close proximity upon our return.  For me, it signifies the sacrifice laid down for my life, my sin.  The love that is so evident through the resurrection.

Coming home was sweet.  I was ready and my "fine figure of a man" was waiting.  He was ready too.  There's a feeling of change in the air.  Whatever the change, we'll hang on for all we're worth.  A knowledge that we are not in charge.  God is. 

There is no finer end to a day than one that is laced with a chubby hand presenting a flower or a vessel about to be filled.  Or a baby with open arms, seeking comfort.  There is no doubt that the most precious moments in life are without hurried pace.

As darkness overtakes this bright, sunny day, there is a feeling of wonderment.  Night sounds.  The chorus of happy frogs at the pond.  Geese, sending their warning sounds to any nearby predators. The night sounds to which we have grown so accustom.   

 

Daffodils in Spring

 

On the way to work I decided to stop and pick some daffodils for a friend.  She's not only a friend, but a relative.  Couldn't really tell you how exactly we are related, by marriage.  Doesn't seem to matter.  I have felt our friendship deepen over the years.  Deepness that comes from the ability to sense broken takes the heart to a whole new level.  She has stood at the grave of both parents and her brother.  Her face shows sorrow through her faith.  Grief, profitable to bring one closer to the Maker. 

 

I put my small little bundle of flowers in a vase when I got to work.  I had a sense of accomplishment that is felt when I follow through with something that has been put on my heart.  Yes.  This will be good.  I planned to take a short break and deliver my heartfeltness. 

 

Glancing up from the task at hand, one of our teachers came in the front door carrying a large tub of the most incredible springiness.  She headed for my office.  "Here, those look heavy.  Do you need some help?"  At that point I realized that she was delivering, not bypassing.  I cleared a spot on my desk.  She placed this amazing color in the cleared spot.  Handing me a card, she told me these flowers were for me.  "Me?"  "Yep!" 

 

Really.  I should have cried.  But these days my tears come only when they want to. 

The teachers from our adult school program had lovingly given me these flowers because they knew that March was tough and going on is tougher.  The card expressed a sweet spirit of friendship, hope and love. 

 

I thought it amazing that on a day I stopped to pick spring flowers for a grieving friend, I was presented with a gift intended to fill my vessel and bring a smile to my heart.  Reminds me that Jesus loves me and attends to even the small details of my day.

 

 

From the Top

The view from the top is magnificient.  I always knew that but today confirmed, once again.  My "fine figure of a man" asked me if I would want to live high on a mountain top.  I'm not sure if that was a question I wanted to answer.  High on top as in feeling the mountain breeze.  High as in listening to the sounds of that breeze gailing through the tree tops.  High on top as in total seclusion.  Sometimes it sounds pretty good.  Comforting.  My inner self mocks my thoughts.  Thoughts that want to insulate.  Insulate from the sorrow that has become a reality.  A mocking I strain to push away and fill with truth.  Truth that sets free.

We walked a steep hill to the Lookout.  The views from the top were amazing.  The clouds, in various stages of wind and rain, were beautiful with the blend of light with dark.  The old dilapidated tree was in full bloom and served as a filter in which to view the valley floor below.

Pretty sure we'll be taking this trek again.