Kindred

There is nothing wrong with my brain, but I often forget what day it is…because of busyness or sometimes lack of planning…and usually it’s not a problem until I am running out the door with my dinner plate literally in my hands and eating as I’m scurrying off to somewhere I forgot to go to.

Mostly, if it’s summertime, I just want to put on the brakes and stay home and listen to the hummingbirds in the backyard—the half dozen that beckon me…their zerps and meeps creating a swashbuckling musical that carries from the northwest corner of our yard all the way through to the southeast corner of our kitchen. Hopefully, they’ll be back this year even though their beloved tree had to be cut way back and is currently a bare, gnarly and angry thing stoically withstanding the rain.

I love when the hummingbirds swoosh past my ears and I don’t know if they are playing or fighting. Sometimes they sword fight each other with their long beaks when they flit this way and that as they zig zag their way down the length of the tree, in a pattern much like (yet infinitely nicer than) a pinball machine. I wonder sometimes why I like humming birds so much.

Is it because I also cannot sit still? That my heart and mind are constantly thrumming a rhythm of “whatcanwedonow? ohwhatcanwedo?”?

Kindred spirits we are, the hummingbirds and I. That’s a little bit of summertime happiness I hang onto when the leaves begin to fall and the tree berries begin to drop and there is no more happy juice on the hummingbird tree… The visits become less and less until its just another summer to look forward to, another winter past. This time, if they return I will sit and listen to them, and once again memorize their presence.

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People

I doubt I could ever articulate just how important every person I cross paths with is to me…some more than others, of course…but each person has their own unique piece of the puzzle in my life. Even the rude person who cuts in line. 

I have my favorites and my not-so-favorites, but I find that with each soul I meet (or even those I see across the way and never meet) more often than not I find myself wondering “What is their story?” “How are they so remarkable/unique?” “Are they happy?” “Do they twirl under the stars?

And in turn, it forces me to ask the same questions of myself…which is good, because the other night I looked up at the stars for the first time in a long time, and I’m just now remembering that even though I’ve been around for decades now it’s okay to take a break and twirl. 

So thank you, people of the world.

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Awaken

It was one of those mornings when I woke up wondering what day it was. After being completely exhausted all week long, I finally slept THAT well. Too well, because all I wanted to do was snuggle deeper into the covers and go back to dreaming. Work beckoned, however, and couldn’t be avoided. I thought to myself, “I’m going to throw on some jeans and wear yellow”.

Yellow is possibly the friendliest and most uplifting color in the world. It says hello to us through the daffodils and sunflowers. It greets us in the morning as the sun begins to rise. For me, it is a beautiful reminder of hope and perseverance.

Well, I didn’t have any yellow to wear that day, but then the sun began to shine…and I guess once in awhile that’s all it takes to feel that little zing of happiness begin to awaken. Sometimes just recalling the love Jesus has for us via little gifts like sunshine, flowers, and vivid colors of life is all we need to rise to meet the day. Each morning begins with hope. Hope and love. Know that you are loved, and then go have a terrific day.

“Therefore having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. 

Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”  -Romans 5:1-5 (NKJV)

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