I sat in the backyard and split a pint of halo top with miles. The sun was shining. There were moments when it felt like spring. Then a breeze came and chilled us both. Not quite...
The weather report shows one more storm this weekend and then a warm front. High 60s to mid 70s and sun sailing into Easter.
I can't remember too many Easter mornings when the sun wasn't shining... it's almost like the rainbow. Those perfect spring days a glimpse to the other side of heaven. They fill my heart with inexplicable joy. Maybe it's my Midwestern roots... spring is a big damn deal after the eternity of winter. There's something about sunshine on my face and if possible green things growing around me or the ocean or dirt in my hands... and I feel peace.
When Elijah stood on the mountain, God was not in the wind or an earthquake or a fire, but in a gentle whisper. I would venture to bet, somewhere on those perfect spring days, God is there too.
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