I’m about to live out in my gazebo.
A weird thing to say, I know, but hear me out.
I love being outside. When the warmer temps return, when the spring weather settles in for good, that gazebo goes up once again in our yard and I practically live out there, non-stop.
From the time the sun rises until long after I’ve lit all my twinkly lights and lanterns, outside in my little refuge is where I’ll be.
It had just been one of those weeks. Where the pleasant and all the unpleasant combine and at the end you’re left wondering which way is up.
A tangle of graduation plans for our youngest, photos waiting for editing that I could never get to, a cold to fend off (thank you elderberry extract and vitamin C with zinc), dinners to arrange and attend, laundry to search for (where do the socks keep going???) and errands galore on zero sleep once again. Insomnia not withstanding, I foolishly thought I was managing it all.
But the house started to resemble a war zone caked in rampant dog hair, my to-do lists danced while sleep evaded, and I’m pretty sure there was a point where I sat down in my bedroom alone to cry but tears ended up just being way too much work.
I needed chocolate, make no mistake, and I needed it yesterday.
At the end of the bed was my Bible so I hugged it to my chest and thought, “yes, this is right. He’s going to commiserate with me in this, and then all of this will change.”
Oh, when will I learn that His ways are not my ways.
Every once in a while, I come across a scripture I grapple with.
Rubs me the wrong way.
Especially when that same scripture is applied by sweet and lovely people who think repeating it to you will make everything right. And you try to appreciate their words but in your head you just wish they really knew your battle better.
And trust me, I’m preaching to the choir here, I’ve done it too. Maybe we can start a new initiative? Never quote scripture at someone unless you have the time to really sit down and fellowship with it right into that person’s life and mess?
I know, I’m totally rambling. It’s just that kind of day.
So here’s the scripture that has started this whole rambly blog post.
It’s just nature taking its usual course, but nearly overnight my favorite time of the year arrived, and with it, my own favorite reminder of the nearness of the Creator.
All tied up in what I think is one of the most beautiful sounds.
The wind in the trees.
I love, love, love the sound of the wind, dancing, weaving, caressing through the leaves. It makes me sleep deeply at night with a window open. It energizes me come morning, that constant sweeping through branches, and making my garden dance.
Maybe it’s just me. There is something about the sound of the wind rushing through trees that rests me, brings me peace, and moves me.
And it’s been missing until now.