After a straight week of frigid, gloomy, soggy, grey outside, our backyard is now drenched in almost white sunlight. Not a single cloud. An utter downpour of yellow.
I love being at home; a homebody. My body likes being at home.
But why, after only a few days that held a scant number of short errands or meetings that required us to venture out into the wet, are we itching to go? Cooped up. Cabin fever. Get me outta here.
Living room floor exercising or running the laps in pursuit of the squealing, delight-shrieking 3-year-old is not enough. We need to go somewhere and do something.
A trip to the grocery store sounds like Disneyland.
We were not made to be sedentary. We need room and purpose and light and connection. Dark, cold, and closed makes us turn in on ourselves and sink deeper. That's why we sleep when it's like that. It's really one of the only profitable things to do then. Bears got it right.
Now, I love a good rain for repose. An opportunity to slow and snuggle. But the light brings uncoiling. Stretching and reaching. Let's go do something. Accomplish and breath faster.
And it makes me remember that we are to be "giving thanks to the Father...who has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of this beloved Son..."
And to look forward to the kingdom of light that is coming where there will be no need for a massive burning star because all the light will come from him.
Just from him. There, we will need no sun.
13 hours ago