I hesitate to say that spring is here because it’s possible that we could get snow any day, but these past few weeks of sunshine and warmer breezes have certainly tilted my heart and hopes toward summer. The geese are back, the lake is calmly collecting the spring runoff and the sky is blue as a painting.
Montana has these magic qualities about it: the consistent smell of pine in the air, a slow pace to the day as the sun takes it’s time settling beyond the mountains, the surreal way the lake meets the blue sky. I don’t often have to remind myself to be thankful for our world, because it is so present in my life- from the first glimpse of the lake in the morning to the sleepy way the stars reveal themselves each night. I’ve had two dear friends visit this month and it has been so joyful to watch them revel in this place.
Lately I’ve been feeling really grateful for final glimpses of frost and ice,
for long drives through our beautiful, beautiful country,
for desert reunions with G,
and for the promises for the future that spring always holds.
praying for y’all as we make our way through holy week- what are you grateful for today?