This is the Day

“. . . and when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house, and could not shake it, because it had been well built.” Luke 6:48

Covid is over. I’m calling it. This is the day. The snow melted finally, the longest winter ever is over. The green grass popped yesterday. Live music is back. Workshops are back. The energy is seeping back into our pores. I know this, because well, today is my first day off since March 27. . . Overbooked, just like old times! I’ve taught two full sessions of Every Child Can, hosted a composition workshop with Catherine McMichael, watched Calvin place in the Schubert Club competition, and. . . Bill and I went to eight Bravo shows live and in person at Eastview High School. Mary is prepping for four AP tests and knocked the ball out of the park with her recent ACT scores. She made Minnesota All State on clarinet for her senior year. And, next weekend my studio recital is taking place at Sundin Hall, with a real reception, albeit outdoors. All this while our house has been under remodeling construction since August. Even that is ALMOST over.

I’m proud of the way we made it through Covid. We kept the ball moving down the field and tried to give people as much freedom as they could handle. Still, two years is a big chunk of life for a little kid. Or a high school kid. Or a college kid. You know my feelings about this. Still, we did not waste our days.

This is the day that the Lord has made. I used to sing this to the kids on the drive to school. These last two year were made of this is the days. Our days are numbered, God willing a long number, still they are not endless. Days are precious. How will we spend them? How will we give ourselves away? How will we fill ourselves back up? How to be a conduit of God’s love in the form of our energy? Light. Compassion. Inspiration. Love. That is my wish list. To give it away and fill it back up. Each day. Winter or no winter. Covid or no covid. Sleep or no sleep.

I’ve been giving it away for a few weeks now. Yesterday I gave a pint of blood to the Red Cross, for a cumulative lifetime total of one gallon and one quart of blood given. So, today, this weekend, I’m gonna fill back up.

The wren is singing brightly and moving back into my dad’s wren house. I took the plastic off of the new white screen porch sofa cushions. It’s time to live, and take the risk that they might. . . no they will. . . get dirty. This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it. I’m going outside and I might not come back in.

Amen.