There is something about the early wild days of spring that stirs up feelings inside of me that I do not feel the rest of the year. I feel the wind calling to me, I feel restless. Spring fever, I suppose you could call it.

"Peace, what is peace, I disdain it, it isn't for me,

 I feel caught in a trap, I only want to be free.

 To ride some wild wind hold on for all that  I am worth.

 My life was was never meant to be one of careless mirth."

I wrote that in the spring when I was 15 or 16. And I feel the same emotions now. The desire to fly with the wind, to let it sweep me along. I remember feeling that I had so much to do in life, and that I could wait no longer, that time was running out and I must lay aside my idle pleasures, and pursue my  mission or  purpose in life. Winter is over, and now growth must come. Or I will be as the olive tree which did not bare fruit, accountable, and cursed for my refusal to do what I am meant to.

Now, my main mission is to teach these little spirits that have been sent to me. To teach them to love God,  to know Christ, and to serve mankind. Yet, I know that there are other callings that God has for me, that do not conflict with this, my most important role. And I desire to be able to rise, as a wife, mother, and being.