Its funny when the end is in sight and by in sight I refer to being frighteningly graspable, hurtling towards you at break-neck speeds, kind of like being glued to train tracks watching the steamer round the corner just ahead and line up square with your oh-so-stuck self…
There is a certain spring in my step, whistle while I walk, and general glee that moves in – maybe it has something to do with the speeding steamer hurtling hurtling towards me…. Of course these feelings of glee coincide beautifully with the extended sunlight as of late, I don’t think there is anything more perfect than sun spots.
Out of unashamed rebellion against my studies, I spent Sunday afternoon curled up in a chair in my room, basking cat-like in a sun spot, reading a particularly scrumptious book…. delicious perfection.
Its quite comedic watching peoples moods changing with the coming of Spring and Sun and all things green and wonderful….There is this tree that I pass as I walk to work and its looks positively dead and it actually smells rotten, but lately there have been the cutest and most pleasant little buds starting to grow, and lately every time I pass it there are handfuls more. I remember the first time I walked by it and noticed just one tiny little bud…it was so brilliantly green in contrast to this dead smelly branch….it made me smile the whole rest of the way to work.
God is so faithful to grow things….I’m thankful he’s growing things in me just as faithfully.
