A joyful heart is good medicine.
The storms finally exhausted themselves. Empty clouds scurried towards the mountains as the sun broke through, exposing a piece of sky so blue it almost hurt to look at it. It was a welcomed sight!
Sensing a shift in the weather, the feral cats came from the shelter of the barn and laid down on the walkway, stretching out their lean bodies. They soaked up the sun, arching their backs, rolling happily in the warm patch of light.
I couldn’t help but think how often I miss out on such delicious moments in life. I’m too busy, too preoccupied, to see the little gifts of sweetness God provides. I waited for the cats to get up and leave before I went outside. I didn’t want to disturb them. When they went off to the meadow, I strolled out to where they had been. I stood and raised my face to the sun.
“Thank you, God.” I didn’t have to say anything more. He knew all that was in my heart. The sun on my face was all the answer from Him that I needed. I stood for a while in the sunlight, appreciating the end of the rain and snow, before I headed back in to finish my work.