Spring tells the story of hope reborn, and good things yet to come.
The bleakness of long dark days, that wane into long dark cold nights has been interrupted–even changed.
From the boughs of spruce trees and the barren limbs of alders and cottonwood come the melodic tones of the songbirds, who having completed their long migrations from the southern hemisphere, have perched in my trees to welcome my mornings.
It’s another sign of the promise of a faithful God who promised that there would be seasons, and that seasons would change. For every Winter there is a Spring, and for every dark night there is a promise of new light, warmth, and fresh beginnings of a day full of new mercy.
The ground beneath my feet softens, changing from frozen earth to thin layers of mud that gradually become deeper layers of moisture and soil as the ice melts…
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