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Monday, March 8, 2010


I heard the robins singing the other day. Not that they hadn’t been there all along, but I heard them this time. Dirty snow is still pilled in mall parking lots while Spring whispers on the clean breeze. That’s a lot like God’s presence in our lives. While we are still mired in mud, with feet covered with gunk, God reaches down through the promise of Spring and lifts us unto Himself. He doesn’t give us a fancy boat to float above the pain of this world, but he does provide muck boots to keep our feet from dragging the filth in with us. We are covered with the robe of Christ where our heads are protected from fallen dreams, the stinging rain of criticism, the harsh glare of humiliation for His sake, and where we are swaddled in His love. Spring is the evidence of God’s gift of hope and his promise that all things can be renewed. Otherwise, he would have designed a never-ending summer and we would miss the miracle of new blades of grass and the fragrance of new blossoms. Let us pray:

“Father God, author of our hope, creator of our every Spring, we praise your holy name. We pray that your kingdom will come in your time and your glory will fill your blessed earth as is your pleasure. We pray that your Spring will burst forth in the hearts of all your children and the song of the birds is heard once again. Forgive us for our unwillingness to listen for your voice amid the noise of the day because we asked for a symphony. We miss your blessings when we place an order and reject the offered gift. Open our eyes to ways in which we can serve you by meeting the needs of those stuck in a perpetual winter. May new sprouts push up through the garden of our lives and fill the yard with color and an opportunity to send fragrance out onto the wind for those who pass by our door. In the name of Jesus Christ, your son, the master gardener we pray. Amen”
Copyright 2010 Doris Gaines Rapp, Ph.D.
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