heard: the hum of lawnmowers around the neighborhood; the low, melodic notes of my new wind chime; birds chirping; dogs barking; the rattle of spray paint cans; voices—young and old, male and female—joined together in songs of our Savior’s journey to the cross; silence.
saw: rust disappear under glossy white paint; a neighbor’s magnolia in full, glorious bloom; light turn to darkness in the silence of a church sanctuary full of people; a film that made feel deeply and think deeply.
smelled: hyacinths blooming in my yard; the distinct scent of just-snuffed-out candles.
felt: gentle spring breezes easing the heat of this uncommonly warm April day; grateful for a Savior who willingly gave up His fellowship with the Father that we might gain fellowship with the Father; salty tears running down my checks.
tasted: Kashi cinnamon harvest whole wheat biscuits with almond milk; pb&j, mandarin oranges, v8 fusion juice; sloppy joes, roasted sweet potatoes, broccoli; communion wafer and grape juice; chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream.