I am driving towards home. The sun is shining, I have the radio playing and I am singing at the top of my lungs.
I don’t always remember the words, but that doesn’t stop me, because sometimes the song is too good to be kept inside. It bubbles up, threatening to explode, much like a jostled bottle of soda.
My gaze wanders over the great, open expanses of not yet planted cornfields, the sun pours through the windows, warm on my face and arms.
Blue sky, beautiful blue sky, I feel like I could look at it forever.
Horses graze in the lazy afternoon sunshine. A man drives a tractor.
I feel an air of anticipation as I often do at this time of year. Springtime brings with it a newness of life, a time of growth.
What is planted will soon be born. A celebration?
And what does this life hold? And how will my story unfold?
Taking time… precious, glorious time. Appreciating each moment.
I’m in no hurry, enjoying this slow drive on the back roads.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13 NIV