I hear the March winds as my chimes sing on the back porch. I sit in my house listening to the birds chirp watching Fixer Upper on HGTV.
My daughter inhales as she works on her school lessons for the day.
I wish I could say the bird chirping and quietness relaxes me. My mind races through on all my to-d0-lists.
Housework, grocery shopping, mailing a prize book, balancing the checkbook; helping my daughter with her school lessons. AS she begins her science lesson, she sneezes and sniffs.
My basket of clothes in my bedroom overrun. Even more laundry awaits in the dryer.
Life’s March winds blow through my mind as a robin flitters on my lawn and little finches jump around on my bird feeder on the back porch. My dogs slumber in the afternoon sun.
I ponder my verse for the month. What shall I focus on as I move forward in my spiritual life. Another to-do flitters through my thoughts
I have to give God His due too. This month I am reading Susan Chamberlain Shipe’s book: 40 Days of Lent: The People, the Place, and Events of the Passion. (Affliliate Link).
I am on a walk with Him, transporting my mind to the time He travelled with disciples during Lent in John 10 and 11. Jesus walks the desert road to raise a friend from the dead.
What is dead in me that needs resurrection this year? I have I lost my passion and love for Christ?
All of this wondering and to-do-lists seem to take my time and energies while Chip and Joanne resurrect a beautiful home for another couple.
March winds blow as my daughter speeds up time talking about her birthday over nine months away.
“Nine months. I’ll be 15 and I can drive. Aren’t you excited.”
Future goals unfurl as my daughter grows before my eyes.
The years blown about by winds of time.
March winds meander and the phone rings. My husband on his break. He wants to know his doctor appointment time. A quick call and I call him back and tell him 4 p.m.