Spring is in the air, even though the weather man forgot to get out of bed this morning. It IS the first day of spring, after all, but it as gloomy and dreary as they come. I think Mr. Weatherman pulled the sheet up over his head and dove down deep to avoid the wrath of winter-bound mothers like me, who want blooms instead of fireplace warmth today.
It’s been one of those deeply confused winters here, where we wore flip flops and snow boots in the same week. We never knew for sure if it would be a coffee on the couch morning or sandwich picnic afternoon. Long branches of white blooms stood cheerily by my fireplace as another cold snap happened and their blooming buddies outside froze to death overnight.
But thankfully, my head is starting to clear, and my brain is beginning to thaw.
You know the spring melt – where all the frozen ice of the winter finally gave way to the warmth of the sun and melted in front of the daffodils?
That’s what’s starting to happen over here,
little by little, bloom by bloom.
And with the warmth comes hope.
I eye the yard, which lay dormant and tired all winter, and see the branches littering the yard with zeal. An afternoon date with the leaf blower will make a radical transformation under our massive willow oaks, who bequeath us with tons of despairingly tiny leaves. I’m eager to free the young blades of grass and watch the yard turn green and fresh.
The closets, the garage, the kitchen pantry and bookshelves all are subjected to my determined ambition – we will deepclean and cull every corner of this home. The yard will stand in awe as the troops swarm over them with rakes and wheelbarrows and a dump truck load of mulch. And we will celebrate with short sleeves and a popsicle party.
I am a dreamer, and the last few weeks a property not too far from us has tortured me with its low price and begging potential. What some see as a tired old rental house to me is a house with great bones and potential, just needing a bit of CPR, plastic surgery and a lot of love.
But I slapped myself in the face a few days ago and closed the webpage, and turned my ambition my own unpainted trim. A sure cure for insomnia is to arm yourself with a paint brush and gallon of trim paint and work till 2 AM.
So I’m channeling my pining into focused priorities.
Trim and crown moulding will be the first box on the to-do list to check off, and then the yard once it has dried and warmed a bit (snow is in the forecast tomorrow).
Every once in a while, when I need a fresh dose of motivation, I watch an episode of “Hoarders” and then I fly off the couch and dive frenzied into the deepest darkest corners of my house, and all falls terrified under my touch.
To keep only what we need and love, and to free our home of all that burdens and clutters. Our homes are to be a place of freedom, not bondage. If my closet is full of clothes that make me groan, it’s time to cull heavily. With changing seasons, and pregnancy and nursing and then neither, it’s enough to make even the bravest catch their breath.
My goal this year is to be able to embrace.
To embrace today.
To embrace my children and be a safe place for their hearts.
To embrace the unfinished corners of our house.
To fix what I can, and be content with what I cannot.
But I’m also seeking to embrace what God has for me. Pressing into the dark corners of my heart, and letting God bring light and truth and wholeness.
To walk in truth in every moment, this is my desire.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.
And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2
We are created in His image, and He has complete freedom for each one of us.
I’m raising the windows and letting the warm air in. It’s spring time, inside and out.
Join me on this spring journey and embracing God in His fullness,
letting Him dig deep into the cold winter of my heart and letting spring burst in bright color.
Where is God wanting to thaw your heart?
Where have you closed the closet door and pretended the clutter doesn’t exist?
PC to grettagraphy.com who is doing the same, from the other side of the globe…