Hello, Sunshine...

...It's been too long since I
felt your beautiful warmth upon my face. :)
(Barlow Girl)

Ah, loveliness. It stormed like crazy yesterday, and I loved it.  Now, early this morning I sit here at my desk before the window with sun streaming in through the blinds, covering me in shadowy stripes, and I love it, too. Hopefully today will be beautiful. And if it's not...oh well. I have my daffodil in its glass of water also sitting before me. And that will be my sunshine for today.

I've always loved daffodils. I see them as a bright yellow sunbeam shining through the midst of the fickleness of spring weather. Whether it's dark and storming or bright and clear outside, they're still there, dancing in the breeze. A sign that more is coming, that beauty is on its way. Sunshine in the storm.

Not to mention that the fragrance is so powerful...you can smell the daffodil on my desk as soon as you walk into my room. The character of it just rubs off in so many ways. 

I want to be like a daffodil. A joyful sunbeam, spreading the sweet fragrance of God's love wherever I am, and in whatever circumstances. Even in the midst of a storm.  

~(@)~

"The flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the [turtledove] is heard in our land."

Song of Solomon 2:12

If only rain didn't make mud...

Last night, I had forgotten that it was supposed to rain.

But, when I was lying there in bed, in the dark quiet of nighttime, I remebered.


As I suddenly became aware of the pattering of drops against the roof and window and the plinking splashes sounding down the drainpipe, I remembered.

Oh, yeah. It was supposed to rain tonight.

I got out of bed and crept into the dark livingroom. I crawled across the sofa and peered out between the sheer curtains, into the weeping world beyond the glass. There, the wooden porch, slick and darkened by the cool droplets. And the big green tree, illuminated by the lamp, yet shrouded by that unearthly veil of falling rain.

I went back to my bed and lay there in the darkness, with my arm between two pillows and the blankets pulled up to my chin.

And I listened to the rain.

I love the sound of rain.