Wind Through My Hair

As spring is shyly popping up its head, I'm remembering I love the feeling of spring.  One of the things that got me through months and months of difficulty and hardship in Utah was walking to and from campus.  During the walks I would try to notice the little things.  A lone wildflower gratefully missed by the lawn mower.  Leaves cascading from the tree tops.  A little bird, finding its voice.  But above all else, the wind through my hair.  Sometimes it takes a little nudging to notice what we take for granted.  For me, it's a miserable day.  Those are the times when I try to find a testament of God's love in my surroundings.  Why else would He create such beauty in this world?

I received my acceptance letter to George Mason last week.  It was sweet to drive home to my youngest brother running up to me, trying to greet me at the car window as I pulled into the driveway.  He could hardly catch his breath as he shoved an envelope into my hands and said, "You got a letter from George Mason!"  I just sat, staring at the postage stamps and my name printed on the envelope.  My very anxious and excited brother said, "Well, did you make it?"  I hadn't even begun to tear open the envelope and he was dying inside.  I carefully tore through the sealing.  We both held our breath.  It was a yes.  I was accepted.  In spite of all the nerf-bullet shootings and begging to play video games, it's the moments when my younger brothers let their guards down that remind me that I love them.  This was no exception.  He knew how much this meant to me.  It was the sign I was waiting for that would prove to me I made the right decision moving back out here.  And, he was there to share in the excitement.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

I pray that I will have the experience to feel the wind through my hair and remember it's not about the big moments you expect, but rather the little things that you never notice that change your life.