The beauty that surrounds me

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Yesterday was a beautiful spring day.  I was drawn outside by the sunshine, breeze and the sound of children playing.  There was the promise of warmer days, new growth and colour amid the now faded browns and earth tones of fall and the smudge and smear of the now forgotten snow.

Gradually, as I walked, I tuned into the life around me and noticed the trees, the sky, the expanse of grass and meadow, then the secrecy of early flowers newly grown under the aged, sheltering trees.  Protected, they were proud to show off their colour and beauty; some in full bloom, others timidly stretching leaves, stems and buds to reach the light and warmth of the sun.  Not yet, but later, I will return to see the ‘golden daffodils dancing in the breeze’.

Today, as I look out at the grey skies, the smattering of snow (beautiful in it’s own right) and feel the cold wind whispering through the air vents I believe that the crocus and daffodils will still be protected by the trees staunchly defending their territory because I believe in the creator who saw that ‘everything was good’ and indeed, saw that the man he had created ‘was very good’.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end

Ecclesiasties 3:1

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