Some of the comments on the piece of music above are remarkably like my own might be. My grandmother played this piece often and beautifully.
~April 9, 2014~
And I may or may not have wept to see the robins on the lawn yesterday. *Sniff* Goodness, it has been a long, wearying winter.
Seeing them was as if I realized how long after trying to be so upbeat. I felt, watching the robins, the way I did coming in from spending time outside with the boys in February and beyond. I'd not be aware how very cold I was until coming in and starting to get warm. It was then, as I was sipping my tea, that I would begin to shiver.
Same story seeing the robins and realizing that spring might really be here close. I began to realize just how miserable, just how rotten, just how precarious our situation has been. And it was also then that I saw how faithful God has been through it all.
A big thanks to all who are sharing your spring with those of us who are still in the tundra. Believe me, it is a joy to see and I am only turning the mildest shade of green.