It is not quite spring yet, but very close. I feel as though it is spring in my heart for several reasons:
- We have a new Pope. He seems to be a breath of fresh air for our Church.
- The grass is getting green, the leaves are pushing out of the ground, some of the earliest flowers are in bloom.
- I am in the two weeks of the month when I think my job is OK, and that this month it will be different.
- I am terrified to even say this, but the depression seems to be lifting.
I had several moments of unmitigated joy over the weekend. On Saturday my daughter invited me to her house, as well as the two older granddaughters, and the tiny little baby boy grandson! I got to hold him and feed him and burp him and change his diaper! (I haven’t changed the diaper of a boy since I tended to my now 36 year old son.) We worked on the quilts we started in December. We are making three Colorado flag wall hangings. We are designing as we go, and learning from mistakes as well.
Man does not live bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God. — Deuteronomy 8:3