Today. This day. I feel renewal, the sun warming my face, adding to my freckles. It’s neither hot or cold-the breeze invigorates, I feel Jesus in the air.
I haven’t been in the greatest of moods, to be perfectly honest. When I am sick I am depressed, almost every time. And, for reasons unbeknownst to me, was sick for three weeks before I finally picked up an antibiotic, that had been called in three weeks ago. I’ve tried my best to meet obligations, go to class, hike every day-I am very driven, known to push myself too hard. I also have the capacity to sit on my ass for days, binge viewing my favorites on YouTube.
So the day began by a long hike in the gorgeous weather. My husband had taken off the top of my jeep, and was it ever glorious! In Pennsylvania, at least in Central Pa, the Summers are both stunning and oppressive. Ninety degrees is just around the corner, and then you can find me on aforementioned arse, hopefully getting some work done while I’m housebound. Returning from the lake, I see my sister and mother in law in the latter’s driveway.
What fresh hell is this?!
Aha! Caught you being all nefarious and chit.
Here’s where I would love your opinion. My SIL lives in the Poconos, a good two hours away. There they were, getting into the convertible-no wave, no acknowledgement whatsoever-and believe me, I’d rather have it that way. I feel very strongly that I was deliberately excluded, and it hurt more than I would like to admit.
But you were spared the Paris trip highlights-surely that’s something!
Point: I have been angry, aggressive and, clearly, bitter. These are personality traits I would prefer to leave in the past, and it takes a lot to get me there, but poke the bear, you know? So I haven’t felt as close to Jesus because my sin was separating him from me. I felt a compulsion to be forgiven, and come back to the fold, Irish prodigal lass, me is.
In my gardens for the duration of the day, I stopped for some unknown reason. I looked down, and there-right there was an ethereal, golden with highlights of grey-was an angel’s feather. It’s hard to explain how I know the real deal, but the Holy Spirit confirms me-it is rare, but oh the delight when I am gifted such a miracle!
God’s grace was finding me again. I know it wasn’t capital murder, but being stingy with our heart, or judging others when you know damn well it’s not allowed-we are to love each other, have joyous hearts in good times and bad, and most importantly: a relationship with you. Love him with your heart, mind, body and soul.
If you are feeling lost or anxious, alone or in need-just reach out to Jesus. He will comfort you in ways that are exquisite, and uniquely yours alone.
Dear brothers and sisters, one final thing, fix your thoughts on what is true, what is honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. -Philippians 4:8