Outside yesterday, after a stretch of ice and bitter cold, a little green caught my eye.
I moved some dead leaves, and there, sure enough,
a few snowdrops were pushing out of the soil.
It reminded me that even in the deepest cold, spring is getting ready.
There's an ancient promise God made to Noah:
As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night will never cease.
Genesis 8:22
The bluebirds seem to know this.
They were in the birdbath, lifting their heads in praise with every swallow.
