Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Bounce Back

But those that trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31


The sun has been shining and we've even cracked open the windows. It doesn't matter that without the sun the breeze is still too cold. We just wear our socks and sweaters and breathe deep. In my dining room, where I type out words on my laptop is a vase filled with daffodils that I bought Easter morning and a gorgeous vase of multicolored tulips - a gift from a friend at Easter dinner. And all I smell is Spring. 

We wore jackets today without hats and mittens, and we drove home with the sun roof open as we sang Paul Simon at the top of our lungs. 

We listen to a lot of Paul Simon around here. When I think about it, he is probably one of my favorite writers. The way he strings his words together in such a way that you know in your soul what the song means, but if someone were to ask, you would be at a loss. 

Today the rhythm of the drums in "Obvious Child" spoke to my heart reminding me with each beat that we weren't made for a "regular" life, whatever that means. I know my home isn't in a house, but somewhere we have yet to be.

And at a stoplight my Katie spied a tree with buds on it and said, "Look, spring is coming. It's waking up. I'm undone." (I think she has been secretly reading my blog at night, because really, what 5 year old says "I'm undone"?)

Today I realized how very long this winter has been; it has been here for years. But now the sun is breaking through. Not just bits and pieces here and there, but I can feel it press through the atmosphere over and over and over and with it comes redemption. 


Outside our window are telephone wires and we often find birds will come here to sit. And I've watched them longingly, wishing  I could soar like they do. It's my One Word, you know, but the past two months I have felt like anything other than soaring. The weight of the world has been unrelenting and I feel a push that leaves me gasping for air. So I watch those birds, just wonder-struck at the ease at which they fly.


And then I see it. I see the birds fly. And they don't leave that wire the way I think they do. It's not just the majestic opening of wings as they step out and trust that their body and the wind will take them where they need to go. For just a moment I see it. They crouch down, press their bodies down, pushing against the wire, and then go up. They are pressed down before soaring out.

In that moment, I feel that weight lift off of me and I can feel myself prepare to soar. There's a bounce back. My heart opens up. I feel the breeze and I still hear those drums. 

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

Linking up for my monthly One Word update with Kristin, Jen, Sonny, Katie, and Kari with more to come. Be sure to check out their journeys as well.

And check out the Imperfect Prose community as we find redemption even in the messiness of life.


  1. So glad you're feeling lighter and brighter!!

  2. yes. the press down before the soar.
    redemption all over that one, friend. thanks for calling it out.

  3. Isn't amazing how a little bit of sunlight and warm air can be like starting your life over? Love all the imagery in this one Brenna. The sunroof open, singing to Paul Simon, the smell of spring brought by a friend . . . lovely.

  4. I love that your daughter said, "I'm undone." :-) So precious. They do repeat us. And in your case, that's a good thing! I'm so glad spring is here too.

  5. love it & i love the example of the bird pressing down, bearing down before flight! very good thought for me to remember. thanks again for for sharing your thoughts and insights with us :)

  6. Beautiful. Chicago so sorely needs this spring.

  7. Spring has been teasing us here. I sat out tonight wrapped in a blanket before a wood fire and wrote a depressing poem--It's been a rough week. But this encouraged me to crouch a little and be lifted on those Mighty Wings--(and to put on some Paul Simon.) Blessings.

  8. Brenna,

    I smiled in gleeful anticipation with you at the smells of spring you mentioned and then I laughed at your daughter's "being undone!" So cute to see what terms they pick up from us, isn't it?

    Thanks for stopping by my post "Growing Daughters in Twilight." Oh, having your first one start kindergarten is a big step too! :) They grow up so fast.

    Have a great week,

    Jennifer Dougan

  9. LOVE your writing, Brenna. so poetic & thoughtful. Love.