Fresh Expectation

Little bunches of Spring happiness are poking out in the garden under the window of David's house at the front of our property here on Sandra Avenue.  

I love these first tiny surprises of beauty, having hid themselves away under the snow all winter, now braving the frost warnings to announce the new season.  

It's not like I was completely unaware of the front flower garden.  I had lots of Gramma visits before we made the move here.  But this being our first Spring, and me being outside yesterday wanting to help with the outdoor upkeep a little, everything feels fresh.

Also, I've discovered a happy bonus of the orientation of our new little house.  This time of year, the sunrise happens literally right outside our front door.

Please excuse the mess of this 'before-landscaping' picture.  We're in progress with big plans for the spring and summer.  Hopefully I will be able to post pictures of things as they develop.  But for right now, just look at that sunshine pouring in!  It's like I open the door and the day just bursts in all possible.

In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice;

in the morning I lay my requests before you

and wait expectantly.

Psalm 5:3

There is much to make us fret in these uncertain days.  Maybe we might not want to open the door to a brand new day, given we are never sure what the day will bring.  In fact, the whole of this morning song we know as Psalm 5, despite the hopeful tone of verse 3, is actually a cry for help against forces that threaten.

But there is a solid strength in waiting expectantly.

In opening the door to the new day and defiantly welcoming the fresh and the beautiful and the possible.

Perhaps the difference between worry and expectant waiting is faith.

God knows.

Counting down to Election Day.

God keep our land.