Spring's Promise





We had a break between rainstorms yesterday and I was able to get outside to admire the new growth.  The chickens clucked, the rooster thought of attacking me, but then thought better of it (he took quite a beating the last time, but he just won't learn!), the clouds scudded overhead and the sun shone bravely on a bright landscape full of budding beauty.

The wisteria is not only in bloom, but has climbed high into the tree to join the morning glory up there. I need to cut it all out of the branches...some other day.



Love the pink edges on this bromeliad!

  The beauty, the freshness of the season is a visual promise of what God wants to do in my life--I know it, yet as quick as I am to embrace spring as a season, I wonder if I can embrace a rebirth in myself.  I think I'm like a little plant that hasn't decided whether it's safe to bloom again, or even to push up through the soil and look at the sun.


I feel the weight of the earth on my shoulders, it's cold here--it's very dark and death-like.  Tears/rain water the surrounding area so regularly that it chills and permeates everything.  Yet I know that if I'm not growing, I'm dying.  It's a choice, like so many things in life.


I can feel the work of the Gardener, coaxing me on, not letting me go, not content to let me stay where I am.  I need to grow beyond my boundaries, stretch, reach, believe there is something beyond this cold and darkness.



Deadly yet so very beautiful poison hemlock








 So I'm wondering, what is happening in your life?  How are you growing and changing?  I'll tell if you will!  Let's share what we're doing to get out into the sun!