I wake to rain drumming on roofs; mountains shrouded in mist birthing new life in hues of greens and pastels and this heart has burst its banks for today spells relief! I can breathe…I can walk through woods without fear of toxic pollen no longer a prisoner to the home even if it is only for 24 glorious hours. And this IS the day the Lord has made. A gift just for me. And it is right on time just like He always is. Exactly when needed not a moment too soon or too late. And then I stumble on this:
Now listen, daughter, don’t miss a word:
forget your country, put your home behind you.
Be here—the king is wild for you.
Since he’s your lord, adore him.
Wedding gifts pour in from Tyre;
rich guests shower you with presents. ~Ps. 45:10-12
Ahhh, the KING…wild for me! I had forgotten but I think I will stay here with Him for I’ve been living too long in a country that is no longer mine and I want to breathe in this new home where I am adored and loved and cherished and sung over even in the valleys and on top of mountain overlooks. And yes, I will accept the gifts of today, violets blooming by brooks and branches dazzled in beaded rain and I will give thanks and bask in Love and hold on with all I’ve got because the pull to leave and not cleave will come with the challenges and I need today to remember. So if you see me dancing in the daffodils and among the red buds smile cause I’m just soaking it all in.