We got rain in the night, and we're getting a little today. A little rain, and that's not the pouring I refer to.
It's our Glad life that has become a little too much for us of late -- or so it would seem, but we haven't left anyone in the lurch yet. We had a blessed and happy visit from Mr. and Mrs. Bread, alongside difficult and sad situations to bear up under with other friends. That kind of thing always feels like too much.
The dirty dishes have been left to sit on the counter (in the lurch?) longer than I like, and it hasn't done any permanent damage that I can see.
The Johnny Jump-Ups appear to have been nibbled by snails, but as I breeze by I don't want to take time to hunt under rocks for them.
My kitchen didn't produce any bread -- the disorder was beyond the point where I could be creative that way -- so thank God I was on the communion bread team at church yesterday and could happily knead and cut and stamp and let the senses of both my body and soul fill with warm and satisfying smells. Even the dough smelled good and soothing. In the photo I am the reflection in the oven door.
And even before the rain, the freesias started blooming, almost too brightly for my camera's limited settings. We did go for a quick walk around the neighborhood, and I saw that even the most rundown ugly house with junk scattered about has been blessed with a gorgeous tree all in blossom, sitting as though dropped from heaven in the middle of the front yard.
I've been too busy for thoughtful writing sessions, but the pictures I snapped reassure me that the seasons are
going around normally still. You know Who we have to thank for that.
The tulips are still making progress up through the now-softening soil, and Sweet Alyssum is growing the perfect blanket to spread below the blooms that are on the way.
Mr. Glad and I are going on a tiny trip this week, leaving behind the clutter of our forever unfinished business, and there will be time and mind-space enough for me to collect some more images and thoughts of Spring and Life. I think I just wanted to send this note that I am here and God is still at work.