As Ecclesiastes notes, there are seasons for everything.
And maybe because it's Spring, the message of lightness is on my heart.
Heavy sweaters, warm socks, and thick boots are traded for cotton t-shirts, flip flops, and an occasional sundress. It feels like symbolism- a season inviting me into lightness. Last week I wrote a short post about Eastertide, which is happening right now up until June 4th. A common theme of this time period is praise. So the next several weeks I will focus on this topic.
When I think of praise, I think of lifting. We lift our voices to God with thankfulness. We lift our eyes towards heaven. We can lay down our overwhelm, remember His beauty and love and our spirits are lifted. I also think about blessings that lift my mood and refresh me; things praise-worthy.
“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me,
Because the Lord has anointed Me
To preach good tidings to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives,
And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord,
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”
At my desk I see 3 cardinals flutter to the neighbor's tree, then they disappear from my window view. Even higher a white airplane passes in the open stretch of pale blue. Thin transluecent barely there clouds skim the sky. A yellow butterfly lands on the azaleas across the street. I am surprised I can see it from this distance. The whole earth is filled with His glory, I think and feel while watching out my window.
Then from down the hall I hear Oliver. It is morning. I tried to wake up earlier than him to get some writing done. Seconds later he comes down the hall, arms overflowing with all the stuffed animals so I cannot see his face, just his wild bed-head hair. I notice all the stuffed animals are dogs. It makes me laugh imagining him sorting through them all to collect and carry my way. Next, he wants to show me some tricks. Then he lines up all the dogs. More lightness. I embrace it.
Naming and celebrating our places of resurrection- I love this idea from the quote above. So today, I am naming one of the places where I find God brings renewal to my heart; at my desk, writing, looking out my window, and turning around to see Oliver's arms overflowing with stuffed animals. I give thanks to God for this moment and other moments when I have experienced the lightness and love of Christ.