I have no idea why I’m excited about the time change.
I work from home, so it’s not like I’ll relish the extra daylight after I make it through rush hour—there is no rush hour. My doctor encouraged me to get vaccinated before I go back to church, so I don’t have Sunday services to close out my weeks (and I needn’t worry about oversleeping for them on the first day of the time change). I set my alarm now, not to wake me up and get me out of bed (since I’m typically awake by 4 a.m.), but to remind me of meetings throughout the day since there are no colleagues passing by my door. (“Hey, where are y’all going and am I supposed to be there?”)
The days and the weeks have become a blur, separated primarily by visits with my parents (now much more stress-free since they’re vaccinated).
And yet the time change has put a little spring in my step. It marks the coming of spring and warmer days and flowers in bloom. A season of positive change and an opportunity to break out of the doldrums. The daffodils and lingering sunlight make me feel hopeful. And maybe it’s high time for that.
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven . . .
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Be of good courage,
And He shall strengthen your heart,
All you who hope in the Lord.
Psalm 31:24
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you,
says the Lord,
thoughts of peace and not of evil,
to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Psalm 91:1-2
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