Wait…It’s spring? My thoughts feel jumbled and confused, like one would feel if one was a pebble tumbling in a creek, and how one would feel if all the while the creek is tinkling and babbling at the joke it is playing. I blinked. I blinked again. My eyes flew open! It is spring! How did I miss it? I feel as if I’ve been standing 3 inches in front of a large oak tree…all I see is rough, dark bark…COVID-19.
Well, this is going to change. Quickly, I sit up, my bare feet hitting the carpet. I speed into the closet and grab my robe. No time to get dressed. I need spring. How do I welcome spring?
I hurry around the house dusting winter away as best I can.
I know…I’ll change the wreath on my door. So, I change this…
I’ll changed this…
That’s better. But, why not this?
“…He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold.” Psalms 147:16-17