I can feel the Earth tossing aside the blankets of her cool Spring bed as she moves to embrace the heat of Summer. The Spring has been extravagant in its offerings of rain, the life giving hope poured into aquifers, and hidden places. Will this be a thirsty Summer? Will there be a cry for rain? In the Earth? In me? I watch how nature doesn’t strive with the turning. Obedient, and present with the days. There is a quiet acceptance and a joyous celebration in the morning songs. It is here I discover the syllabus for this season. There is a trust that though we change, and the turnings come to our lives, there is One who does not change. There is one whose love is constant, whose supply is constant, whose compassion is constant, whose care is constant, who neither slumbers nor sleeps as He watches over the work of His hand. One who never ceases speaking us into being, and because he is, we are.
James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.
So, I listen to the praise of sparrows, who can not fall without notice from their Maker, and join with the Psalmist of Israel and turn my face to the heat of a new season, while I trust as I sing: “I will praise the name of God with a song, and magnify Him with Thanksgiving” Psalm 69:30