photograph by Danielle

Today was brushed with spring and summer both - the best parts of each. The lilacs are beginning to lose their bloom, but not before I captured a sprig. It dried on my desk more by accident than anything else: I couldn't bear to throw it away even when it began to droop, and now it smells too divine for me to contemplate parting with it. I suppose it will crumble away soon enough, but for the moment I'm determinedly cherishing my little gossamer-fancy. I've tucked it into the parcel-string of the sweet almond soap that Jenny sent me. They are both mercy-filled trifles, and while perhaps not life-full things themselves, they promise sweet ever-newness for tomorrow.

My only regret is that I didn't have time to dally in the sunshine today. I mean to do so tomorrow, in between errands and lectures and studying. I am tired of being such a mole, burrowing and blinking about. (Many go down but few return...) I shall drink deeply of its Vitamin-D-bearing rays... on the morrow.

I am learning to love obedience - and so, in a not very startling fashion, I am learning to love prayer. I wonder if submission is the coupling of obedience with prayer, or something very like. At any rate, I am beginning to realize it is something worth running after. You're a slave 'til you submit. True submission to God is freedom. Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.

I'm looking forward to Summer. I shall love toddling over to the hospital in scrubs 'most every day and working myself silly (there's so much good to be had in keeping one's hands busy! and I love my job - I don't care how people complain about how bad it is being an aide; it isn't so) ... and of course there will be cotton-dress Sundays with hot breezes, and sweaty-baby-snuggles, and (for every season) basking in the glory of a torn curtain and His resurrected Body. Perhaps I shall take a little trip, too, if I can figure out when to make it. My mind is too tumultuous in the present to be effective about the future. But it will come.

In the meantime, may lilac-dreams be yours. Don't miss the beauty for the fragileness.

1 Comment

1. Lilly on April 13, 2011 at 9:45 AM

   Oh this is beautiful! I dearly miss the lilacs of my childhood, that you gave me a picture of them was so nice! But mother did get me some Tulips! (even though they'll soon likely die being store bought and forced and all that) And now they sit all sunshine-y yellow on the kitchen table and it makes me so squeeful cause in spring the only time you see tuplips here is in the stores, not blooming gloriously outside in the sun. Ah! I have rambled too long! Enjoy your Lilac-filled days. God Bless!