March is the month of windy days, of cool yet not biting temperatures and of the certain promise of spring.
Sometimes March roars in like an angry lion but we are all hopeful that it will peacefully whisper out like a sweet lamb.
March is the temperate bridge that connects the icy days of winter to the glory that is spring!
March pushes winter into history and welcomes spring into miraculous reality.
This month of March, that is sandwiched between the frigid hours of February and the sunny weeks of April, is famous for its kites, for its lengthening days and for hours and hours of basketball!
Basketball … did somebody mention basketball?! How did you know?!
My family has always had an addiction to college basketball. We lived for 16 wonderful years just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina, and were absolutely intoxicated with the earthly delight of cheering on those North Carolina teams to victory.
Having had three athletic boys before finally giving birth to two little girls, the basketball rite of March became as familiar and dear to us as the perpetual pounding of orange spheres on our driveway … the vibrant roar of a crowd in our small town basketball gym … and the secret anxiety that filled our minds as we each filled out our brackets.
The media world calls it “March Madness” and the sports world refers to it as “The Big Dance”. For the family McLeod who lived at 816 East Academy Street, it was simply an annual opportunity for family bonding, for cheering on our teams and for experiencing the agony of defeat and the thrill of victory.
I am now older than the young mom of those exciting days and my rambunctious and competitive children have all grown and flown. In this quieter season of life, I have learned to enjoy the games of March with greater temperance and with much less angst. Even as I will be watching the Cinderella teams and the traditional champions on the hardwood, I wonder what teams my boys are cheering for. You see, a mother’s heart never forgets.
A mother’s heart was made to remember all the traditions, the sayings and the experiences that happened in the house that her little brood called “home”.
I remember … but I must also look ahead.
I must tie my heart not to the memories of yesterday but to the calling in which I live today. I must move ahead into these days of March with a song in my heart and with hope on my lips.
I can remember sweetly but I must forge ahead bravely.
And so, this March, I have decided to sing a song of gratitude for the life that I have been given and for the hope that springs eternal.
In this season of my life, rather than focusing on the “madness” of March … my heart is tied to the “gladness” of March! Each day, I am choosing to sing a song that has shaped me and that has laid a wonderful foundation for my faith.
“A mighty fortress is our God! A bulwark never failing!” #marchgladness
“It is no secret what God can do … what He’s done for others, He’ll do for you!” #marchgladness
“There is none like You! No one else can fill my heart like You do!” #marchgladness
“Through it all … through it all … oh I’ve learned to trust in Jesus … I’ve learned to trust in God!” #marchgladness
“Something good is going to happen to you … happen to you … happen to you!” #marchgladness
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Sweetest Name I know!” #marchgladness
What are the songs that have shaped your life?
I would love to hear from you and be reminded of the faith songs … the worship choruses … the stately hymns … the Gospel tunes … and the hopeful ballads … that have meant a lot to you over the years.
How has God spoken to you through the lyrics of faith?
Would you join me in posting those lyrics on social media with the reference “#marchgladness”?
We are all ordinary folks who are trying to deal with the madness of life by tying our hearts to the gladness that only He brings! If there is one thing that the enemy will try to steal from your life, it is the song that you have been given to sing.
During these dreary days of March, I choose to sing louder!
Living on this bridge between the sweet memories of yesterday and all that is yet to come in the glory of tomorrow, I choose to sing!
Will you sing with me?
Honestly … I can’t wait to hear your song! So sing louder!
Thanks for listening to my heart this week. As you know by now, my heart is truly not a perfect heart but it is a heart that is filled to overflowing with gratitude for the life I have been given and for the people who walk with me. And, it continues to be a heart that is relentlessly chasing after God and all that He is!