The beautiful spring came; and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
—Harriet Ann Jacobs
Just last week, with May knocking at the door, every tree on our street was bare and pathetic. I wondered out loud when the leaves would pop and spring everything to life again.
And, oh my, they have! Just like that. Green buds are bursting and fighting their way through. Blooms of pink and white and purple have me gasping on their beauty. Tulips scattered wildly in front yards and bushes standing ablaze in long rows leave me in awe of God's goodness.
I mean, really. He rocks this Springtime thing. He makes all things new right before our eyes and invites us to pull up our patio chairs for a front row seat. All of this magnificence is evidence of His love. Not a day passes without a sunrise because of Him.
To celebrate His awesomeness, we leave dinner dishes heaped in the sink and head to the park where we play and chase and laugh until bedtime is inevitable. I tilt my face to the sun and feel it's warmth on my cheeks. Josiah digs for worms and runs barefoot in the grass. I collect handfuls of forsythia for our kitchen counter from the side of the country road around the corner - and feel like a rebel. The tiny boxwood bushes we plant in the yard have me clapping my dirt caked hands with glee. Because boxwoods are a dream come true! I'm a simple girl with simple dreams and I like it that way.
Ah, it's good. This. All of this. I'm so thankful.
What has you smiling this Spring?