I was tired yesterday morning. Whiny tired. Weary tired. My legs have felt like lead weights for several days and Sunday I took two brief naps in order to get through the day. I didn’t sleep well Sunday night- a rarity for me. I was aware of my condition and vowed not to be “grumpy teacher” Monday. I needn’t have worried. My students were so sweet yesterday and so well-behaved from the start that we had a great day. I felt fine and even felt a sense of renewal toward the end of the day. Met with one of my great parents, stopped by the genealogy library to do a little research and visit with the volunteers, then headed home for what I thought would be my usual routine: a snack and a thirty-minute nap.
However, after feeding the cat and fish and refilling the hummingbird feeder, I felt an overwhelming urge to walk- not because I should, not because I need to, but because I felt like I could. My very next thought was, “someone has been praying for me”. Indeed.
I grabbed my camera and went out the door and down the driveway. I didn’t even take my walking stick.
It’s difficult to describe what happened next without sounding a bit like a country sit-com. But my life is what it is, and I guess last night it was just that. As I walked near the creep feeder three of the little calves emerged and realized I was almost between them and the rest of the herd. They took off toward their mamas at a dead run and I had to click quickly to capture their panic. In the few moments it took for them to reach their goal I was laughing with joy. Then the neighbor’s cows had to see what was going on and came to the fence to snoop and bellow. I was so very thankful to be in the middle of the pasture instead of snoozing on my couch!
On my way back to the house I suddenly noticed tiny little yellow and white flowers everywhere. Renewal. A brief respite from the heat, and a few scattered showers have brought renewal to the pasture. Soon it will be green again. Fall is just around the corner.
My own flowers have a few buds here and there. The marigolds are blooming. I walked into the vegetable garden to check on some cosmos and startled a bunny that had somehow squeezed inside the fence. I talked him into posing for a moment and then left the gate open for him as a reward.
As I walked around the yard the lyrics of a song came to me- “it is well with my soul”. Yes. No matter how weary my body gets from time to time, it is well with my soul. Thanks for your prayers. I appreciate them more than you know.
After dinner I received another blessing. I was afraid I had been forgotten by someone, left out of the “big picture”. But she called last night.
Yes, indeed. It is well with my soul.
I hope yours is at peace today.