I actually think I am getting younger. At least I feel like I am getting younger. This must be what it's like to let years of junk roll off you as you slip into a new skin that is fresh, soft- yet not so soft that it is tragically hurt all the time. There's a certain resiliency you need along with tenderness and compassion.
I've been watching the American Idol tryouts on television. Aside from the TV producer's need to focus in on strangely untalented people, there are times when they highlight someone with a real voice, with a real story of having to overcome to get where they are. These fresh new voices stir me. Their story stirs me. I tear up. Abby pokes me and says, "Mom, you're not crying, are you?" I am. I am often tearing up at someone who is stepping into the light and singing and shining. I feel excited for their future.
Call me sentimental. Or call me youthful. Cause that's what young people often feel: optimistic and hopeful and alive. I think us "old folk" can also feel this too- but we have to let the spring breezes of God flow into our lives for that to happen.
So if springtime were to come early this year- real early- and you were feeling full of hope and alive and young, what would you do next? Because it may be that while winter rages on and the ice has not melted, there are aspects of Spring that are touching us. God is Someone who is big on New Life. It's surging within us. And the bold and the crazy and the tender hearted children who know their heavenly Father are ready to frolic.