When your March 26th begins this way:
... this truly needs to be reality within your heart:
And I'm almost there. Yesterday, though, the clouds got to me and I drooped awhile (when our frequent sunshine disappears, how I miss it!). But I yanked open our warm-mustard curtains, switched on the lamps, lighted candles, gazed upon our yellow walls then recalled the Spring fever that oozed into my soul two weeks ago. And felt better.
Sometimes you must create your own Springtime. Inside, outside, upside down, not waiting for Prince Charming, someone else or the weather to do it for you.
Anyone can complain. The butcher, the baker, the candle stick maker. But I believe as Christians we're called to higher, tougher things like excellence and living with hearts flooded with a hopeful anticipation of what God will do next---and never complain about what He's done so far.
And oh, the difference living this way has been. Hasn't made me popular (the opposite, actually), but it's certainly created a brighter daily life. Even grey, snowy March days like this one can never darken the Light of the world. The Light of my very soul.
I forgot to tell you that I signed up at Pinterest. The first day I went bonkers and set a record for burning out. :) I've returned a couple times since then and puttered, but there's no fear of any Pinterest addictions (now Facebook ... That's different.).
I do enjoy the organizational 'cubby-holing' thing of Pinterest. In some areas I've taught my brain to think differently: rather than swimming around in a jumble of info and emotions, I try to move from one-subject cubby to one-subject cubby. You know, the way that men supposedly think. :)
In some ways, becoming many-closet-brained is cool and simplifying, especially when one reaches her mid-50's in a complicated, fast-spinning world.
Anyway, if you'd like to visit me at Pinterest, go here. (I believe that's the link, anyway.)
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
----- Robert H. Schuller