Lately has been the return of the AC unit, finally giving in and watching Friends because I'm dealing with too much personal anxiety to handle a show with any kind of conflict, and let's not forget the sunlight. All of this sunlight and the way it makes me feel hopeful in spite of everything else. It's perplexing, but I'm enjoying it all the same.
It greets me each morning, lighting up our our bedroom like a big pot of gold.
I packed away all of my turtlenecks and brought all of my summertime clothes out of storage. I even went to church without wearing tights.
This post is just riveting, isn't it?
I've decided that my favourite sound in the world is that of a strong breeze through the leaves of a big, huge, towering tree. The way it starts out small and subtle, and then grows in intensity as you close your eyes and take a breath so deep you forget your own name.
I experienced this for the first time this year just a few days ago. I was standing under a great oak, admiring its leafy majesty and enjoying its shade when the breeze picked up in the manner I just described. It may sound silly, but it felt like a gift from God, and I was reminded of words from years ago that helped me through struggles similar to the ones I'm facing now:
Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many;
but endure them, for, lo, I am with thee,
even unto the end of thy days.