Spring of Youth

Apologies for not posting recently, our family just returned from a much needed vacation to the mountains of North Carolina to visit my parents and have a family get together.  Now that we are back home we can fall into our daily routine again and get some much needed rest.  Thanks for understanding and hope you'll be visiting here again soon.



Pressing on my heart and mind today is the topic of the seasons of life.  The springtime of youth and childhood is beautiful.  Everything is fresh and new, budding, opening, offering up the radiance of new life.

  To see the signs of spring   - full of color, awakening of the senses - fresh scents, flower glory, growth almost before your very eyes.  Childhood is a beautiful and almost magical time of discovering, learning, and shaping who you are and what you will become. 

We reflect on childhood for the duration of our lives.  Remembering pleasant or hurtful things that molded who we have become.  Even into old age, I see some very dear family members of mine who forget the name of the town they live in, or what they ate for lunch, but remember still the joys of their childhood.  My grandmother suffered from dementia in the latter years of her life, but I remember her daily speaking of things from her growing up years, remembering picnics and walks along the road, speaking to her best friends as if they were in the room with us. 

These spingtime years are indeed important ones, and as I shape the days and years of my own children's spring, I hope they will reflect on the beauty, simplicity, and joy of being a child.  My desire is that they will remember our walks in the park, our fun school days, snuggling up to read before bed, and being together as a family learning about our Lord.

"You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore."
Psalm 16:11 ESV

(tomorrow - summer)

Spring!

Time is so fleeting.  I feel it and see it all around me.  I notice it in the crinkles around my eyes when I smile.  I notice it in creaking floorboards, tired from the trampling of little feet.  It's working its way into my own flesh, as once young smooth skin bears the creases of time along worn fingers.  Weary muscles at the end of playground days.  Dents, smudges, scratches in wooden furniture bearing the marks of accidents or life or both.  Fraying threads on my favorite dress, broken straps on favorite shoes.  Then there's my beautiful children. . . losing their baby pudgy hands, growing tall, changing.

I love how the Creator fashioned the seasons in which time dwells.  Seasons of change, seasons of new birth.  Just when we think we have things figured out, or just when we think we have reached the end. . .things change.  Suddenly there is spring. . .

He breathes new life into the old, tired, weary soul.  The frigid, hard heart of winter is warmed in His love.  We let go of the shivering self-centered thinking and let His Spirit flow freely through us.  Then all we can do is burst forth in praise, in song, in worship, in adoration!  The bursting joy of spring is not silent.  The earth cannot contain His glory and neither should we.  So stop right now and praise our Creator God! 

"Sing to the Lord, for He has done glorious things."  Isaiah 12:5







-My apologies for not writing in awhile, just back from a much needed vacation.