By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
As spring approaches, I’m inclined to envy the vibrant, living metaphors of renewal sprouting in the bulb garden and singing from the trees.
Oh for a fresh start, a do-over, new growth. Is it possible? Can we rejuvenate like the flowers and trees in our yards?
I believe the answer is yes.
This is the season for new beginnings, a perfect time to take stock of our lives and lay out a plan of resolution.
Spring is our annual reminder that life really does go on. It’s another chance to hear God say, “It’s not too late.”
- Forget about New Year’s resolutions and start a Spring Supplement, listing physical, spiritual, and relational areas in which you’d like to see growth.
- Set aside a new time of day—morning, afternoon, or evening—and spend a few quiet moments alone with the Lord. A new time may result in a new perspective.
- Put feet on your focus. Get moving physically with a new walking route, a new exercise routine, or a new exercise partner. Music can be an inspiring companion.
Spring is a great time to rediscover God’s promises of revival and redemption. Here are three to get you started:
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” 2 Corinthians 5:17
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” Jeremiah 29:11
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“Behold!” said He who sits on the throne.
“I make all things new.”
Revelation 21:5
Mae Ann left the egg basket in the kitchen and hurried out the back door with a small pail of water and a trowel. As if sensing her intentions, the dog ran ahead of her across the open field toward the small rise.
She marveled at her strength of limb and lung, for she would not have been able to hike so hurriedly when she first arrived. Colorado had been good for her, with its clean air and food for the soul. She had flourished, and she believed the rose cutting would do so as well.
Billowy clouds hung against the sky like freshly washed petticoats, adding to a sense of new beginnings. A small picket framed the matching plots, and she easily stepped over onto revered ground and knelt between the crosses. The bottom of the tree had been limbed, and morning sun slanted in, warming the earth.
She loosened the soil, planted the cutting—potato and all as Travine had directed—and patted the dirt around it. A small thorn snagged her finger, and she jerked her hand away as a red bead formed at the first knuckle. She sucked it between her teeth and with her other hand, pushed the soil into a shallow bowl. She pressed her fingers in as if investing herself in a family she’d almost become a part of. Then she emptied the pail around the cutting and watched the dirt drink it in.
Sitting back on her heels, she drew a deep breath. A breeze soughed through the big pine, and she looked up into its spreading arms, a protective canopy from the ravages of summer’s heat and winter’s blasts. No wonder Cade had picked this spot for his parents’ graves. ~An Improper Proposal
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