Happy

This morning there is a breeze blowing in reminiscent of Fall.  Even though it is still August, I open all the windows of the house, letting in a fresh air with the smell of recent rain on the wind.  I move outside, unused to being able to do that in summertime.  I sit under a bright blue sky, taking in the green pasture, the beautiful Monarch butterflies whisking around my head.  I hear sounds of farm life, fields being plowed and work being done.  The cobwebs formed by years of unfulfilling desert heat clear from my mind, freeing me for more than just plotting survival of another scorching summer. More than just hiding out, hibernating for most of the year. I feel as though I have lived my whole life in summer time. A dry, barren place where I could not grow for the scorching heat, oppressive and heavy. How weary I was under that terrible blistering sun! Bright and blinding, washing color out of everything it touched.  Today I soak in all the rays of this sunshine, so far removed from the eons of summer I have endured.  Today lifts my spirits, brings the promise of cooler days.  A coolness that invades my being, parches the hot, dry and thirsty soul.  I am moved by the power of God to bring about this miracle.  I am overcome with thankfulness for how He has orchestrated this beautiful place just for us.  We are in His thoughts.  We are loved.  We are known. For how could I have ever dreamed this up for myself except that God knew better than I what my thirsty soul needed?

My butterfly bush in the back yard