What if spring never arrives? Suppose every morning from now on was 5 F and the sun had no warmth for the rest of our days. What if the fruit trees never bloomed in May and the pumpkins never grew round and fat for October harvest? What if I never again felt the lazy warmth of the afternoon sun on my shoulders while I watched my grandchildren play on green grass?
"Yet I will exalt in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation." He will make me strong and I will climb to the high places, even when they are dark and frozen.
This was a journal entry from February. The coldest part of the year, when hope for spring sometimes wanes. But, here it is spring, and I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
