Outside my window…on the first day of spring snowflakes flutter by, when I was hoping for butterflies.
I am thinking…that the honeymoon is waning, and why have I let the zeal of this Lenten journey lapse into apathy.
I am thankful…that mercy is fresh every morning, and I can recapture the zeal to seek the Beloved, and ask how He wants to finish out the journey of Lent.
I am wearing…comfy jeans and a burgundy turtleneck and my winter boots, when I’d rather be wearing shorts and a t-shirt and flip flops.
I am creating…inner chaos by flitting around my anxious thoughts rather than lighting on the terra firma of God’s word.
I am going…to enjoy the remaining days of Lent, as a “daily liturgy of lilies,” rather than harassing myself over past failures and vague future dreams. (See The Quiet Act of Attention by Jill Carattini)
I am wondering…how easily I lose sight of the Beloved.
I am reading…Psalm 91 in the morning, and Rules of Civility (Amor Towles) in the afternoon. Psalm 91 shelters me from the barrage of anxious thoughts, and the novel gives me a break from reality for a few hours.
I am hoping…that I will embrace whatever weather each day brings, and remember that my Beloved beckons me to find refuge in His love alone.
I am looking forward to…warmer weather, sitting on the porch swing, and the lazy days of summer.
I am learning…that just because one season ends that its effects can be carried over into the new season. A new season doesn’t erase the old one. Only God’s forgiveness eases my soul.
Around the house…I find that dust bunnies multiply.
I am pondering…whether or not I should tackle some spring cleaning, now that spring has arrived.
A favorite quote for today… “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”(Anne Bradstreet)
A few plans for the rest of the week: meet with friends, go on my weekly writer’s adventure and enjoy each day as a gift from the Beloved.
A peek into my day…I woke up, I ate, I read, I wrote in my journal…and I visited with three friends on the phone (which is a rarity in this day of emails, facebook and texting)