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.