New Growth

I love springtime!  Overnight the world changes from dull, dry, and dead to colorful, vibrant, and alive.  The trees, which stretched their bare arms heavenward all winter, now dress in a pale green blush.  Our Bradford pear tree nods its white, blooming head gently in the spring breezes.  Yesterday, the grass was brittle and brown.  Today it is soft and green.  Even the dandelions (which Scott so diligently worked to exterminate last summer) look beautiful nestled in their greenery.

It’s exciting to examine new growth in the gardens.  The phlox, low to the ground, carpets the yard with purple.  The forsythia bushes glow a vivid yellow beside our gray house.  Everywhere signs of new life abound.  The greenery of snapdragons, daisies, hostas, bee balm, and yarrow promise future blooms.  The clematis vines, recently just dead sticks, sprout new growth at every intersection.  Dozens of purple cone flower plants already climb several inches high, assuring a future of beautiful flowers and nectar for bees and butterflies to enjoy.  Spring is such an exciting time as the perennials burst forth with new life and a promise for beautiful, fragrant summertime blooms.

Do you feel that sense of new growth and springtime revival in your soul?  Deep within our hearts we recognize a spirit of growth, its green tendrils growing ever closer to God, seeking His face.  The palest green blush of revival is evident in us as we stretch our arms heavenward.  While we work, pray, and seek God’s guidance, we can almost feel the buds of future flowers forming on the green plants of our spirits.  We eagerly anticipate the new blooms, filling our lives with God’s beautiful purpose and the fragrance of His sweet spirit.

Oh God, our master gardener, nurture the garden of our souls.  Eradicate the weeds of doubt, dissention, and fatigue.   Enable our garden to bring forth lovely blooms infused with heavenly fragrance, and receive all the praise and glory for the sweet beauty of the heavenly garden of our souls.

John 1:1, 4 “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener….Remain in me, and I will remain in you.  No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine.  Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.”