"The year's at the spring;
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven-
all's right with the world!"
Robert Browning
I think God has been getting weary of my grumbling about our sepia landscape, so this morning he covered it up! How can I not smile when the robin serenades the dawn as he hops through the cold, white slush. The new April calendar pictures are of tulips, violets, and bunnies nibbling tender green shoots - and I am waiting!
Psalm 147:12 says that our God
" spreads snow like a white fleece,
he scatters frost like ashes,
He broadcasts hail like birdseed -
who can survive his winter?
Then he gives the command
and it all melts;
he breathes on winter -
suddenly it's spring!"
The Message
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