This morning, I heard spring. I was placing a book on a shelf and heard the cheep of sparrows. At the same time, a shaft of sunlight touched my cheek. I don’t what it was – the timbre of the sound, the softness of the air, but I felt a thrill of recognition. Birds sing and cheep all through winter in our garden, but it felt different. The bathroom window was wide open as I’d been cleaning; the breeze that drifted through held the promise of a whole new season. It’s only February, but today I heard spring. I remembered what it felt like – the balm of the sunshine, the joy of the birds, the gentleness of the breeze. I remembered that over the next few weeks, a change will take place.
On a somewhat more trivial level, it’s still mucus manor in my neck of the woods, but I’m now on antibiotics. Hopefully it will start clearing up in the next few days. The congestion I can cope with, irritating as it is; it’s that awful stinging pain that makes it so difficult. Bending over to clean the bath this morning was excruciating.
I’m working on various bits of writing, at least as much as I can with my aching head and stinging face; this coming weekend I’m also leading the evening service (Communion & Healing) at church. It’s been a little while but I’m praying God will use my weakness (and weary sinuses!!) to be a blessing.
Yes I know it says 2009 on the photograph…the 2010 crocuses are yet to come!