And my body is sick. Worn thin. Depleted. I've been abed for the last couple of days with headache and stuffiness and coughing and aches and pains and elevated blood sugars. Called again into rest. "Come away. Rest. Drink in the Word. Pray. Listen." Yes, my Lord, yes.
I gingerly stepped out into the garden this morning with Scarlett (she more interested in chasing squirrels than getting fresh air!). Sunshine sparkled on the raindrops left by last night's rain. Breezes pregnant with green and crisp and clean tickled my nose. Tiny birds scattered from their gathering of seeds, singing sweet songs as they went.
And there, in our garden, was life. Life fresh and life vibrant. Life reaching heavenward in praise.
In amazement, I found lush growth in January. Abundance out of season. New life in winter. Wondrous sights for eyes sore and weary. Gifts from the Maker's hand. Refreshment for my tired soul.
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