My soul lifts at the turning of the calendar. For once, I am happy to leave March behind. I stare at the field of wildflowers that bloom above the blocks named April. The spacious place is inviting. I realize just how weary I've been. How weary I am of being weary.
The empty blocks beg to be filled. I hold strong to ignore their plea, promising myself that only good things will find their way to these spaces.
An annual girls' weekend at the beach with my dearest friend.
Various Easter services.
A night out with close friends.
Four weeks from today, R's semester will be finished. We'll be 2/3rds of the way through our journey toward a new life. I marvel at how time has flown and how the One who made time has stood Faithful and True.
I want to take advantage these first days of Spring. To simplify and rejuvenate. To restore my soul.
The days still may be quiet around here. I have a few posts brewing in my head and hope to get them out soon. In the meanwhile, I'll leave you with something I've been pondering these past few weeks.
Follow someone who follows Christ; follow a pilgrim who insists that you live up to what you have already attained, and then press for more. ~D.A. Carson