It's a Miracle
How can anyone possibly not believe in resurrection, in new life, with everything bursting into bloom here in North Carolina? My drive to church has presented an ever- changing panorama of color over the past few weeks, a delight to the eyes...a special joy when my both my spirit and flesh are tired and in need of rejuvenation. And it astounds me just how quickly it has happened. Not so very long ago, the trees lining Highway 52 were bare, presenting their naked arms to the sky- beautifully stark but truly barren to the eye. And then- pow! Leaf buds showing red and green...then unfolding into leaves of every variety...redbuds and forsythia painting the landscape with delicate hues of yellow and pale purple. And just this week, clouds and crowds of dogwoods seemingly emerging out of nowhere, filling the woodlands with their bridal-wreath white blossoms, dancing with joy in the April breezes. All around my neighborhood, flocks of azaleas are bedecking yards...