I have survived January! It's hard to believe... For a brief period of time toward the end of the month, it seemed like it would never end. I would never be able to rest. I was given a few moments - and even a few unexpected moments - but it wasn't enough.
I am exhausted.
But.... February.... a new season. And judging from the calendar, a season of rest. YES! It starts with a kid-free, work-free day. Throw in a week of unused holidays and the end of a clinical rotation, and I'm feeling rejuvenated already!
And... the best thing yet? Even though it is still winter, February is amazing here in Tennessee. There are some beautiful, beautiful days. The first signs of new life can be seen on the trees and in the ground. I get to start piddling in the yard, preparing for gardening. It brings my God-time to a new level.
February brings hope. Hope for new life, for rest, and for precious time tending the Earth, talking with God.
Ecclesiastes 3:2-8
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
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