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Each year, on one particular day in early spring, I look out the window to the opposite ridge to the north, and I see for the first time, color.

The black and white and gray of winter are transposed into the pastels of spring, seemingly overnight. Life renews. The sleeping world, hibernating through the bleak cold of winter, awakens and seeks the sun.

Today was that day. A brilliant sun in a clear blue sky shone down on buds bursting open in the warming temperatures. The opposite ridge across our little valley here in Middle Tennessee looks as if a child has colored it with pastel crayons. Closer to home, here on our ridge top, yellow daffodils reach up. Bradford Pears explode in snow-white petals. Emerging new leaves glow spring green. Other colors, magenta and Carolina blue, appear around the edge of the yard. The roses push out new maroon shoots. Seeds that have survived the winter reach up to the warmth.

We, too, have survived the winter—although it has been, and continues to be a hard one. Winter storms, seen and unseen, sent icy tendrils into our souls and buffeted us this way and that. The cold this winter was exceptional, and accumulating snow seemingly managed to blanket every state in the lower forty-eight, except for Florida and Middle Tennessee. But still, the warmth returned.

When I see the new rainbow of spring colors, I'm reminded of God's promise to Noah under a different rainbow. A commitment that the seeds would grow, the harvest would come in, the seasons would continue, and the earth would endure.

Life endures. Sprouts seek the sun. We endure, and we seek the Son. Remember God's promises. Immerse yourself in them as you glory in the warmth and beauty of a new spring. A spring He promises will always renew as long as the earth endures.

(Photo courtesy of pixabay.)

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