Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Dear God,

Tiny green shoots protrude from the ground where a foot of snow once stood for weeks.  They simply refused to be stopped and I am so glad.

When I consider all your handiwork, I marvel at the breath of spring.  I ask myself how a small flower bulb can continue to live and grow and die and live again every year but it does.  They all do.  In time purple, yellow, red, pink, and every known color will suddenly appear and for everyone who fell under the spell of a long winter, it will not only be a welcome relief but a rich blessing.

Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for springtime,
for growth,
and color
and warmth.
You think
of everything!

Love, Andrea