“Now in the place where He was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid.”
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As the sun begins to rise above the edges of horizon, stretching fingers of early light cross the land, dew drips off the blades of grass, soaking into the earth beneath, and a foot step so soft it disturbs not-a-thing passes by in a whisper. The morning glory awakes from slumber, lifting her head to the sky in slow and silent yawn as a cloak of white tickles her leaves. The daffodil stretches her golden face upward and stares in awe at the Son in all His radiance. The willow lifts her branches on a breeze and dips down ever lower, bowing before the presence of the King as He walks through the garden. A song rises from the sparrow's nest and butterflies dance through the air, softly kissing the fingers of His scarred hands. The thrill of life regained and renewed lifts the eye of every daisy to meet His glorious face as He steps out of the tomb. In gentle sigh of morning muse, the bees take flight and sparrows twitter. All to Him they offer song and praise, the Master and garden keeper. Oh, to be a flower that day, or a bird up in a tree. They, the first to see Him rise from grave to victory.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to be in the garden that morning, when the stone was rolled away and Jesus arose out of the grave? Though our yearly celebration of Resurrection day has passed, we as believers should ever celebrate His victory over death. It isn’t a single day that we celebrate, or a required act of obedience. It’s a lifestyle change and devotion to Him because we know we could never repay the debt that we owe Him.
Spring brings about the new and reborn life and beauty that God created. I can't help but enjoy the evidence of His handy work no matter how my seasonal allergies might protest. It is a reminder that no matter what we might be going through or what struggle we might be facing at the moment, God's fingerprints are all around us, reminding us that He is always with us even when we cannot see or feel His presence.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
I Hope today you will be encouraged by the sights and smells of spring, and by the promised of His perfect Hope. Have a Blessed day Little Sparrows.