May seems an innocent month. The world is awakening to her beauty and plants and flowers are refreshed and renewed. The cold of winter is receding and sunshine abounds.
This year for me, however, May held challenges. The challenges of May came on the heels of an entire winter of battling sickness both for myself and family members. I am always eager that the future will be better than the past, and while there were great moments in the past despite the challenges, I’m more than happy to welcome June.
June is either a more mature version of May or the blushing younger sister of July. July is my birthday month and I adore everything about it. Heat. Vacation. Patriotic celebration. The whole nine yards.
I’m in hopes that the difficulties of the last season have enabled me to be a more mature version of myself. To be sure I will have aged in body. But to age in spirit, ah, that is the prize!
Unfortunately I know of no better medicine for the spirit than troubles. Troubles reveal and strengthen who we are, who we are deciding to be. The greater the trouble the deeper the work.
If my spirit is more patient, more calm, more eager to do good than to criticize and complain, then it will have aged well.
God grant it be so.