The Ballad of Spring

I saw a bluebird this morning. His cheerful blue feathers stood in dark contrast to the charcoal branches stretching like calloused fingers toward the heavens. The branches are still bare, yearning for spring. The promise of new life lies quietly within them waiting for the Creator's tender voice, "Come forth."

The bluebird must have heard God's whisper. He swooped in from the heights and perched on a limb near the heart of the old oak. The branches swayed in a gentle breeze. Softly, but with purpose, a sweet melody filled the air as the blue messenger sang to the tree. His song swelled, proclaiming new life. The little fellow cocked his head and turned his gaze heavenward. Was that a wink I saw? Did Mr. Bluebird just send a message of 'mission accomplished' to His Creator? I think so! The tiny blue dynamo lifted his wings and flew across the lawn to his next host. Once again, I heard the Ballad of Spring.

Spring! The symbol of hope, new life, fresh starts. I love the flourish of color that spring washes over a previously bleak world. Could you use a flourish of color in your bleak world? If you know Christ as your Savior, His eternal hope lies within, waiting to 'come forth'. Your winter will transition into spring if you will heed the Master's call. His voice will lift you out of the miry clay. He will put a new song in your heart, a skip in your step.

Go ahead. Sing your own ballad of spring - a song of praise to your Creator. No one is listening, no one but Him. I promise He will respond with hope.