This afternoon, I walked out the back door and into a wonderful spring breeze. I briskly walked to our new orchard, alive with eight trees. One for each member of the family. I remember how my sisters and I had planted the young saplings a few weeks earlier. Orient Pear, Elberta Peach, Bradford Pear, I can already imagine juicy fruit hanging from the branches, ripe for the picking. The warm sun glows behind pink blossoms, as I delightedly snap photo after photo. Pictures of beauty. Pictures of perfect wonderfulness. Spring- such an invigorating season, delighting the senses with fresh sights and delicious fragrances, almost forgotten entirely under a haze of winter dreariness. Dried grass musters up hope and starts to add green to the slowly developing landscape. Daffodils raise their sunny heads to the sky, radiating zest and joy. Imagine a world in black and white... with no seasons, no variables in creation's growth to quicken the soul and spirit towards new beginning...
Looking to Christ for my vision and hope.