Spring is the most promising time of year. It seems new life is everywhere—buds on trees crack open with abandon, baby birds peck free from their shells, stretch their beaks and chirp fervently, and brilliant color bursts forth like fireworks in gardens large and small. In short, the world blooms.
Creation sings an exuberant song of renewal and rebirth. Amid the joyful riot of newborn baby animals’ cries, the gurgling of freshly thawed streams and the misty melodies of April rains sprout glorious plants of every imaginable hue—Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” made manifest. Perhaps more so than any other season, spring serves as a physical reminder of the truth and promise of Christ’s resurrection and God’s power to breathe new life into our very souls.
Spring is a time to throw off our overcoats and explore life. To seek fresh air, both figuratively and literally. It is the time of year when I yearn to stretch myself, to lighten my material load and to celebrate in quiet ways the glory of God.




