This Lovely Morning
I’m slow again, so many things needing attention. And yet… I sit at a desk in my bedroom with the open windows behind me. A slight breeze flows in, bringing with it the refreshing scent and temperature of morning air. A woodpecker is hard at work in a nearby tree, doves coo, and a hundred other birds chirp the good news of a new day. And spring.
On my desk are my scriptures, notebooks, a picture of us at the temple with Emmeline, an old photograph of the interior of the Salt Lake Tabernacle, a few books that represent creative yearnings. There is a new framed quote, lettered by
, of the hymn that has stopped me in my tracks for years:
“take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord, to thee. . . . take my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise.”
This hymn was sung at my mission farewell. I am so pleased now to read these words and have that beautiful prayer on repeat in my mind. This is where I sit each morning to study, reflect, journal, plan, feel. I do it here, with these reminders.
But today there are lilacs.
A beautiful branch, covered in tiny flowers and gorgeous green leaves, and a scent that fills me with joy. Lilacs from the bush I planted on the side of the house.
Fresh flowers – in my house – from my own yard.
Just like the ones I delivered last night to some friends (with boxes of lavender shortbread cookies).
This is proof that dreams come true. It feels so luxurious, like something from a novel. But it’s real life, and it’s sitting here on my desk to remind me.
I hope I never get over it.