Friday, April 5, 2019

Dearest God,

Your promises are true.  They are filled with hope.  With that we are filled with gratitude.

The first flower of spring bloomed today.  Two months ago we could not have imagined it.  The winter was still gray, overcast and dark.  All looked barren and forgotten.  But today, that sweet green stem with the white and yellow nasturtium blossom unfolded.  It danced in the gentle breeze as if it were born to dance.

You are
our eternal hope,
O God.
You created
the seasons.
You bring them
to us
year after year
after year.
We are blessed
by your efforts.
Thank you.

Love, Andrea