I woke this morning to a symphony beyond compare.
Birds of all sizes and songs inhabited my budding trees and clung to the newly filled feeders,singing out their jubilation
as morning dawned. A gentle rain fell, tapping a call to come outside and play, to drink in the beauty of rebirth. Armed with a cup of Cocoa Chai tea, flanked by my 3 all-too-exuberant shadows
(don't my own dogs know I'm not a morning person??)--I stepped outside to greet the early morning.
And stopped in my tracks.
The fragrance of the rain, the earth, the budding flowers
was heady. No bottled attempt could ever duplicate the wondrous aromas that met me. I closed my eyes and drew it all in. As the cool air filled my lungs, I felt myself smile.
Good morning, Lord. What a beautiful day You've made.
Now I was as exuberant as my three shadows, and down the stairs I went, straight to the bulbs waiting to be planted. Within minutes they were all nestled in the damp earth, soaking up the rain and nutrients. I pulled off my gardening gloves, reclaimed my still-hot mug of coffee, and headed to the office, ready to tackle whatever awaited.
I don't know what magic Spring works on our hearts and spirits, but I'm grateful for it. And I pray you, too, will feel that magic today, wherever you are. May the beauty of God's creation, and the wonder of renewal, bless you richly.