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I love Spring and the beauty of my garden. Just today, I enjoyed weeding among the princely snapdragons dressed in shades of white, yellow, orange and pink. The fragrant ground cover of purple and white dainty flowers are filling in between the irises and jonquils. The sweet pea seedlings are beginning to climb and wrap onto the white washed trellis. To my surprise, I discover a lovely lavender blossom way in back, growing amidst the stretched out fern and another one is found, hidden by the rocks. In front, I find a maroon colored snapdragon that must have grown from last year's seed and now it's full of buds. Spring is like a deep, deep sigh. . . all is well. All the days of darkness and storm have brought new growth and beauty. All of this was happening right before my eyes, and I was unaware.

I went to put my gardening tools away, and there in total blackness in the shed were dirt-less bulbs that somehow had sprouted fresh green shoots. Could it be that growth can happen even in the deprivation of the plant's essentials for life? What a wonderful reminder from my Creator who thought of all these plants and lovingly sparks their growth, even without the basic things I think they need for life. We don't have to have the perfect environment or have a life of ease, sometimes the greatest beauty is from a humble life that grows from deprivation, from dark despair, and from where no one is to notice. But My Creator knows and sees, and from the silent darkness, He transforms my life into a day of Spring.


"So you are to know and discern that from the issuing of a decree to restore and rebuild Jerusalem. . . it will be built again, with plaza and moat, even in times of distress."
(Daniel 9:25)

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