"O God, you are my God; eagerly I seek you … for your loving-kindness is better than life itself ...” Excerpted from Psalm 63
I’ve had a pretty lethargic winter. It has been a struggle to get excited about much of anything. I have a bunch of half-started projects, works in progress and the like that I just can’t seem to focus on doing or finishing. I did manage to finish the puzzle I wrote about a few months ago, glued it up, and mounted it. It turned out surprisingly nice considering I had no idea what I was doing.
Completed Owl Puzzle
I do enjoy finishing projects. Nothing feels as good as being done and looking back with satisfaction on projects or tasks one might have dreaded or put off, and then when it’s done, wondering what the struggle was all about. Why didn’t I just jump on it and do it?
It is quite possible I enjoy all the belly-aching that attends procrastination. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the “are we there yet” fully purged from my soul, but I’m getting there. Now the delays tend to be more a consequence of old age. Suddenly I find my knees wobbling more than is comfortable when I have to get up.
Kneeling used to come quite naturally to this “man of prayer,” but lately I find genuflecting more of a challenge. Not the kneeling, of course, but getting up. If there isn’t a boulder, tree, railing, or piece of furniture nearby, I routinely find myself asking if whatever I’m trying to do is worth it. The answer is becoming increasingly, no. Weeds have a right to life, and God can hear my prayers better if I deliver them standing. I’m not sure God can hear me over my wheezing, otherwise.
This is quite a sneezy time of year for me. Whenever the tulips and daffodils start to bloom, my lungs want to rest while my nose prefers to run.
The deer here don’t run; they saunter. They like to eat the tulips out front as they’re bursting forth. I presume they do it for my health (deer being very polite and thoughtful) but my other half prefers to see blooms and blossoms, which seems appropriate as she does live with a blooming idiot.
We tried repelling the deer with sonic devices, but the dogs use them for their potty, cats rub their chins on them, and the deer stand around enjoying what I presume must be tunes from their top-40 sonic playlist.
This year we changed tactics and have gone with a repellent in a spray bottle that is supposed to be eco-friendly toward the environment, but unfriendly to the hoofed ruminant ungulates of the family Cervidae. The best part of the spray is that it comes with a nozzle that adjusts so one doesn’t have to kneel to apply it. That put the whee! into my wheezer.
With longer days and warmer weather, I’ve found energy returning to body, soul, and spirit. One doesn’t realize just how house-bound and barren one becomes with the loss of sunlight and vitamin-D that accompanies winter. I do enjoy keeping still in winter’s darkness, but find it lasts longer than is healthy. I’ve thought about installing some grow lights around the house for winter time but worry what they may do to my skin or bank account.
Meanwhile, spring has sprung; the clocks have moved forward, and the days are noticeably longer and warmer. The snow geese have passed us by on their way north, while our local feathered friends are busy making nests and babies. The lawn got its first mowing of the season, which I find disturbingly exciting. I haven’t yet broken out into song: “I fought the lawn, and the lawn won,” but it’s early days, as they say.
Sometimes God feels distant, cold, and dark; I find myself yearning for God, like the psalmist. But then Spring comes – for the world and for my soul – and God returns, bringing warmth, new life, and hope. I thank God for the death of lethargy that accompanies the birth of Spring, and hope that you’ll find new life springing forth in your lives as well here in this, our valley. Please don’t eat the tulips, though. Thanks!
Keith Axberg writes on matters concerning life and faith. Author of: Who the Blazes is Jesus? Good News for a Vulgar World (available through Amazon in Print and e-book)