I moved on to the row of rosebushes and spotted that green color again. At the base of each bush, green was creeping upward as if the plant was slowly waking up.
Everywhere I turned, things are greening up. From the hints of my favorite color scattered through the dry brown grass of the lawn to the tiny buds swelling on the tree branches. New life is emerging after the cold, dark winter.
What about in my heart? Do I see evidence of new growth in my own life? Am I dead and dry? Or is the sap of God’s love flowing through me? As I feed my soul — just like my yard gets sunshine, fresh air, and water — I should start to see life springing up in the once barren wastelands.
What about you? Are you growing something new this season? Is is Spring in your heart? How can you tell?