Alive to live

I stepped outside today into brisk winter air, but somehow it seemed less harsh than our cruel Michigan winter mornings. It took but an instant to figure out why- a group of about 3 different birds (all different levels of singing) greeted me by bursting out into a splendid, polyphonic piece of music. What a joyous sound to perforate the otherwise cold air. It set my day off great. As I went into breakfast, grabbed food, sat down and proceeded to read, what do I hear but the fellows behind me talking about angels. I smiled to myself and gave God thanks- it isn't very many places where you hear a conversation like that at 9 in the morning. I adore my nonverbal storytelling class (WOR/DRA 244 if anyone ever wants to take it) our prof is choreographing a dance to "the nearness" by David Crowder. I never knew this type of dancing would be so wonderful. Life is interesting though... don't quite know what to make of it... besides, of course, that God is good!