The crocuses are responding to this week’s sunshine. The snowdrops
bob in the breeze. A friend brought me early daffodils, which are opening and
trumpeting in the vase beside me.
Nothing new in these observations, but the sense of
well-being it raises in me is ‘new every morning’. New every year. Great is His
faithfulness.
Spring is coming. As the saying goes, it’s always darkest
before the dawn, and spring feels like the seasonal equivalent of the dawn.
In the darkness, we were waiting: the opening words of a
praise hymn. Jesus brings hope. He brings light. He brings life. We celebrate
his resurrection in the spring, season of hope.
Every year we plant a veg garden. Every year we are
disappointed with most of the results: crops of caterpillars and slugs.
God is not into disappointment. He is the hope which never
lets us down.
Today I am focusing on him. In this coming season of new
life, I put all my trust in the Creator God as he continues to work in every
detail of his creation.
Watch for the green shoots and praise the Prince of peace.
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