Promise Kept (Day 95/365)
Within these few warm days, the promise of a few weeks ago has budded into fruition. Amazing. Every Spring it is amazing. Without fail I think of those less fortunate than I who somehow throughout their lives have failed to understand that all of this is God. He is our Maker, and the One to whom we will someday answer. It was God’s spoken word that caused my pear buds to swell, and their lovely flowers to break forth into this dazzling elegance. It is God who IS. It is God who orders my day, who gives me breath, who lets me walk…and see…and hear…and know…and understand. It is promise kept.