Last night I held Ashlyn as we watched the immanent storm approaching the tree line across the ridge. She froze, paralyzed in uncertainty. First the thunder… then a flash of light across the sky! After a few minutes, scattered rain drops fell. And suddenly, a torrential downpour! All of this is a sensory overload on on the mind and heart of a two year-old toddler.
After we tucked her in to bed, Jamie retreated to sleep in our room. I remained standing by the front door, peering out at the panoramic cinematography outside. The early spring grass is beginning to fade into a thicker green. The buds on the trees are nearing an explosion of resurrection, and the song birds greet the morning.
It is in this stillness, that I am grateful.
Thanksgiving has come early this year.