Today was one of those days in the middle of a freezing cold month in winter where it was sunny and 75. Literally. Not even like the country song. However I started it sleepy, not wanting to get out of bed and get ready for church. But I did of course, just like I do every Sunday. I trudged my way through the morning making sure I looked presentable, made sure my husband and daughter had cloths laid out for them as they would shortly follow me to church, and barely had enough sense to grab a drink before I walked out the door. But when I finally got outside, I was in awe.

There were birds singing, and it felt more like an April morning than February. The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze blowing and God was just shining down on the whole earth like “hey, guys, I knew you needed a break from the freezing cold today so here ya go!” I feel like that was just the tune of the whole day. The past few weeks - or more like months, if I’m honest - have just been cold, in more ways than just the weather. My life has been a hurricane, what with being diagnosed with PTSD, personal issues, financial issues, and everything piling up and piling up while I’m just standing by smiling and pretending everything is okay. Just trust God, just trust God, I kept telling myself. And I do, don’t get me wrong. I trust that God is going to take care of everything no matter what. It’s just going to happen on His time line and not mine. But I feel like today was just a warm, beautiful, sunny day. It was a break, in a sense. A break so I can stop, be still, and remember that my God paints the sunset every night, and wakes the sky with beautiful color every morning. My God loves and cares about me, and I know that because of that everything is going to be okay. It may not mean much to somebody else, but it means the world to me.