"Singers and dancers alike say,
‘All my springs are in you.’" - Psalm 87:7
Dear Friends in Christ -
The little boys at our house today for my son's 6th birthday party ran and leapt in the short spring grass like jittery little lambs stumbling out into pasture after being penned up. The fact that it was pretty darn chilly and the sun was under the clouds most of the time didn't phase them in the least. Their delight in each other and in the games they played overflowed - and dislodged my grumpiness.
I've been feeling impatient. Impatient to find the finishing touches for tomorrow's sermon. Impatient for some resolution in a couple of sticky situations. Impatient for warmer weather.
Usually, I come away from the frenzy of children's birthday parties exhausted. Today, though, in witnessing their tumbling revelry, I felt gentled, satisfied to be drinking in the springs of beautifully good moments with a bunch of blissful little kids.
With thanksgiving for the Source of the springs,
Janet+
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