By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
When I lived in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, spring was obvious. Riotous, even, with flowers splashed on the hillsides and new-green grass everywhere. Some of my family still live there, and when they post photos on social media, I can almost smell new life.
Here in Colorado, birdsong alerts me to the season. Visually, it’s still wintery. Nothing is sprouting in my yard, the grass is brown, tree branches are bare, and some days are downright cold.
But not for long.
Spring will arrive. It can’t help itself.
As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat, summer and winter,
day and night will never cease”
Genesis 8:22
Sometimes, the waiting is hard. But if spring is about anything, it’s about hope. And this hope “will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love” (Romans 5:5).
Whenever spring arrives at your home, offer the Lord a blossoming heart full of thankfulness for the good things he has given us.
So you shall rejoice in every good thing
which the Lord your God
has given to you and your house …
Deut. 26:11
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No wonder Ella wanted pictures. Cale couldn’t imagine living anywhere else but the Rafter-H, especially in a city like Chicago. “I can show you some pretty places if you’ll ride with me.”
Her skin paled and she tucked her elbows close to her body.
Fear. His gut tightened and he felt again her frailty against his chest that morning in town. Her hammering heart and shallow breaths. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Her lips parted but no sound came out. Just a glance of her dark, wary eyes before she whispered, “I can’t ride.”
Same answer as last night. The ground thinned out beneath him like early spring ice, but he pressed on. “Can’t or won’t?”
A muscle in her jaw tensed.
Coax her, don’t run her off again. “Or we could walk out in the pasture a ways, see where the riders came down from the draw yesterday.”
She turned away from him, smoothed her hand over the mare’s back and rump, and reached for the tail. Every move confirmed familiarity. So what kept her ground-tied? ~A Change of Scenery
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It was warm and sunny today, I wanted to squeal!!!
Winter has been fairly mild this year, but I still I long for birdsong and blossoms.
Thank you for this…
So glad you enjoyed it, Jennifer. Thank you! Enjoy spring!