It is the last day... of the month I was dreading. Do you suppose dreading is the same as worrying? Perhaps... either way, I know that God did not want me to wish the month away. And as I put April in His hands... I experienced much joy... and felt the breath of Jesus all around me.
I felt it in the whisper of answers for my Mom... I felt it in the breezes as I immersed myself in nature. Easter floated by full of glory... and I was reminded once again that without the pain of Good Friday, Easter would not be so sweet. There were days... when I was gasping for breath... and as I gasped, His breath surrounded me and lifted me from my own darkness.
As the days of April grew few, and May was just over the horizon, I let go of the pain that was covering my heart and let His sweet breath heal me. And there was joy. Joy in a band concert... joy in Scholar Bowl competitions... joy in living and remembering those whose lives had brought me joy.
Goodnight April... you will come again, but perhaps you will find me basking in the afterglow...