It was grey and dismal this morning in Southern Ontario. I went for my half hour pre-breakfast walk, and for most of it, was all alone on the streets. It looks lonely, barren, forgotten, dirty.. grey.
But as I walked.. i looked for signs of Spring. These lovely blue flowers that grow in the grass (anyone know what they’re called?) The trees budding back to life, tulips sprouting from the ground..
On the last leg of my walk, I crossed paths with a young mom and her daughter who attend a local church. They had a wagon full of potted Gerberas, and were stopping at all the homes on the street to deliver one with a note, saying “if you need help with groceries or anything, please call” How SWEET!! I missed taking a photo of them, but then another mom & daughter stopped by my house later in the day and I asked for a photo op. Isn’t that lovely??
When I arrived back home, I decided to take a look in our “temporary garden”. Last year Guillermo had to do some structural work on our rental cottage in the backyard, and moved the perennial garden to a dirt heap. I found poppies starting to sprout, rhubarb pushing it’s way through the dirt,
our kale with fresh new leaves and a whole line of very old tulips. (if you click on the individual small images, you’ll be able to see more closeup)
I had also temporarily moved several tulip bulbs early last fall to another side garden and tossed in a bunch of garlic cloves late November .. and they’re all coming up beautifully, as is this one entire garlic bulb I missed pulling last year. WOOPS!!
There are signs of Spring, renewal, hope. My fair feathered friends.. Mr. Downy and the Cardi’s give me endless entertainment. See how Mr. Cardi watches protectively over Mrs. while she eats at the green feeder?
As I sit here at the dining table blogging, my tulips are fading, but still bringing great colour and joy to the house i’m isolated in. (note that amazing lunch plate beside me?? I’ll tell you about that tomorrow…)
I read an Instagram post today by someone saying how her emotions were at an all-time high, and she finds herself crying every day.. and countless others agreed.. saying it was the same for them. Lemme just say… Tears are good. They’re an outlet. Let them go!! I’ll admit I’ve cried more than a few times in the last week, not because of fear, anxiety or being lonely and isolated.. but because of the stories I am hearing of others, loved ones who are really suffering as mentioned in an earlier blogpost. For those who already are dealing with anxiety and clinical depression.. this is an exceptionally hard time. If those of us with relatively good mental health are struggling, you can bet our friends are doing much more poorly.
Several weeks ago, before isolation & social distancing became a necessity, A friend gave us a hostess gift, including this tiny note… I found it today, and am keeping it close. It’s amazing how much joy and comfort these little words bring. It doesn’t take much. At all. To brighten someone’s day and give hope.
Several years ago, I taught a high school Sunday School class. I was impressed upon to teach from Philippians 4 for a few weeks. I wrote out the verses on an electric green poster board and plastered it with smiley faces. It looked something like this.
The point I was trying to make with my students is that no matter what we’re going through, whatever season.. God has this “command” for us.. and it’s not because he wants us to ignore the bad stuff, or just “be positive” but because He loves US, and wants the best for us.. Focusing/thinking on the GOOD, noble, true, right, pure, lovely admirable, excellent & praiseworthy things is the very best way for US to live.. and he really does WANT the best for us. I remember we spent a week as well just talking about the Peace of God.. and about “guarding our hearts & minds.” Another really good reminder for these days with all we’re facing in our world with Covid-19.
This poster hung on the wall of our classroom for several years.. and the kids themselves referred to it often.. even chastising me with it if I went down a bad rabbit trail. Teachers often teach things they themselves need to learn…
So I leave us with this challenge today. In spite of all the fears, sadness, grief, unknowns…
what praiseworthy things can you be thinking of today?