Sweet Perfection

Well, I thought I'd just slap up some pictures on this post from last week and call it a Wednesday's Walk. And...if you have nothing better to do, and you need a good laugh...feel free to visit my 100 post as inspired by Lynette! Love to all...Have a great Wednesday!



This day was sweet perfection. It was 75 degrees and sunny without a cloud in the sky. There was the slightest breeze. And, friends, let me tell you...joy filled my heart. It has been a long, cold, gray winter. Sometimes the winter is so long, I forget that spring is coming. Then, just when I have given up all hope of seeing anything green again... Just when I sigh in surrender to the dormant state of my dreary surroundings, it happens. The miracle of spring. The renewal of life. And, hope rises from beneath the dead ashes of winter. Green leaves sprout from the earth. Tiny buds of hope speckle the trees. And like Dorothy taking her first timid steps out of the farmhouse and into the land of Oz, I marvel at the colors of life filling my senses with their glory. The red breast of the robin. The purple majesty of my tiny flowers. The fiery orange of the tiger lilies. Glorious yellow daffodils standing proudly to welcome the day. The shades of green, the lovely white spring blossoms on my trees. Oh, spring wash over me. The songs of the birds singing a melody that matches the peace in my soul...the song of spring. It has returned with the promise of new life. Joy restored. A new day. A new season. Hope rises and swells. For sweet spring has come.




After a good hour of playing and giggling in the school yard in all his boyhood glory with his second grade buddies, James and I went home, and then to run some errands. After a delightful dinner at Pizza Hut, we went home to wallow in the waning glory of this beautiful day. We enjoyed a visit from cousin Addison...a visit which included more giggling, running, and rolling in the green grass while glowing (and still giggling) with glee. Sweet goodness. Could life get any better than this?

We followed up the giggling and grass rolling with a bike ride through our small town to the airplane park where the memories intoxicated my senses. We explored the old caboose and tried to soar with the birds on the swings. I closed my eyes and remembered swinging beside my own mother. Trying to keep up. Wondering if someday my legs could stretch as far and my swing could go as high. There was more giggling and climbing, sliding and joking with the boys at the park. I looked over at the creek and remembered sitting on the bank telling stories with my childhood friend Mary while drifting through endless, carefree summers days. I was little more than eight years old myself back then. All of life was still ahead of me and filled with possiblility. It was a sweet time...a time before I knew that sometimes babies die and mothers get cancer. A time of innocence. I reminded myself that life is still full of possibilities, and not just for my children.

I still serve the same God...the One who can make anything possible. The God who parted the Red Sea and gave David victory over the giant cares for me, orders my steps, holds my next breath. Anything is possible with Him. On this day of sweet perfection, joy fills my heart. After all, spring has come. Hope abounds, and I have awakened from my winter sleep. The possiblilies are endless!