Connect the Dots

Sometimes I just don’t pay attention.
For instance, I’ll be riding along in the car with my husband, and he’ll comment on something we’ve just passed by. I could have been looking in that very direction and still I have no comment in response, because I wasn’t paying attention. I missed it completely. That’s just how I am in my everyday life. (I’m not that way at work. There I pay attention. I’m a nurse, so that’s a good thing, I suppose.)
I’m not alone in not paying attention and missing out. Recently my daughter and I had to run by Publix for a few things. As I was driving slowly through the parking lot searching for a parking space, we watched as a woman walked toward us. She was walking down the center of the isle right for the front of our van. Only she didn’t know it. She was looking down, and lost in thought. I slowed the van to a stop, and we watched her approach.
I was a little unsure as to what to do. I mean, I didn’t want to scare her by honking my horn, but in a matter of feet she was going to walk right into the front of our van. My daughter and I found this incredibly funny. Just in the knick of time she looked up, and was startled to see us there. The look on her face was priceless. Once she recovered, she found it funny, too. She waived us off, and shook her head as if to say, “There I go, not paying attention, again.”
How often do we walk around starring at the ground or lost in thought and not notice people around us?
I’m guilty pretty often. I mentioned in my last post that we are to plant seeds in the lives of those around us in hopes that people will come to a relationship with Jesus one day. How can we effectively do that if we aren’t paying attention? And if we aren’t paying attention, how can we successfully connect the dots regarding what’s going on right in front of us?
We get so caught up in our own situations, or thinking about where we are supposed to be in the next thirty minutes, we are oblivious to situations right in front of us. For example, this situation comes to my mind often as a reminder to be paying attention and connecting the dots all the time.
Several years ago, I was in Chick-fil-a, and ordering next to a young man who, by the looks of his clothing, worked at the Target store across the parking lot. I heard him ask the price of a sandwich, and then heard him order a kid’s meal instead. He counted out his money to the cashier, (all in change) and took his kid’s meal out the door.
It was not until he was gone that it hit me.
He wanted a sandwich, but didn’t have enough money to buy it. He was a teenage boy, and there was no way a kid’s meal was going to fill him up. I missed out on an opportunity to show the love of Christ to that young man by buying him a proper meal, all because I wasn’t paying attention, and connecting the dots!
Since that day, I have tried harder to pay attention. I have tried to sum up a situation in front of me, and connect the dots. Is there a way I can help? Is this an opportunity to further the Kingdom? I don’t want those opportunities to share the love of God to pass me by again. My prayer has been that I may have eyes to see, and the good sense to put the pieces together quickly enough to touch the life in front of me. Quickly enough to buy a kid a Chick-fil-a sandwich if need be.

Planting Seeds

I’m reading Bill Hybels’ book, Just a Walk Across the Room. It’s about simple steps that can point people to faith in Christ. It’s what we as Christ followers are supposed to be about. I’ve been married to a minister for twenty years, and I’ve heard it said time and time again from many that it’s just not their “thing” to talk about their faith with those who mean the most to them, with casual acquaintances, or with perfect strangers, either.
As Christ followers, it actually is our thing. Here in the Bible belt we get slack. Everyone goes to church here, right? Everyone is a Christian here, for sure. We make assumptions.
I mentioned we planted a little garden last weekend. We didn’t start from seeds; we planted small plants to get a jump-start on the growing season. My grandparents, who owned and worked a real farm, started with seeds. A lot of seeds. Some produced plants that would eventually produce fruit or vegetables they lived on. Some didn’t. They couldn’t look at the seeds and know for sure which ones would grow once planted. They had to plant them all, and hope for the best.
We’re growing cucumbers in our garden. This makes me smile because recently a friend shared she didn’t know pickles were once cucumbers in a previous life. It made me laugh at the time. It still does. I assumed everyone knew that. I mean it’s why you never see pickle seeds. I also heard a story about a man who would say his dad was a grit farmer. This puzzled many people. But for most the light would soon come on as they’d realized the man raised corn (from which grits are made…once again, let’s not assume.)
Here in the Bible belt it might not be too far fetched to assume most everyone has heard the message of the gospel at least a dozen times. So, if we’re a bit uncomfortable sharing the story of God’s love with others this gets us off the hook, right? Not exactly.
Our goal as Christians is to take as many people to heaven with us as we can.
You have been strategically placed in position to influence someone for the kingdom. Who is it? A neighbor? Grocery cashier? Co-worker? Classmate? Relative? What about your child’s teacher or coach? When you begin to see your life in this light your eyes open, and you begin to see those around you in that light, too.
I’m not saying that you start off quoting scripture and beating them on the head with your largest Bible. I’m just saying that you be a little more intentional about things. Look around you. Prevail upon the Holy Spirit to show you someone who needs a relationship with Christ, and begin that journey by investing in a relationship with them yourself. Listen to their story. They have one, and it might not be pretty. After all, they’re living without the One who can guide them.
Then plant some seeds. You won’t know if any of them will grow, or which ones will. That’s not yours to decide. Yours is to plant them. Show them God cares for them by caring for them yourself. That will likely pull you out of your comfort zone. Hybels shares in his book that a short walk across a room could change someone’s life for eternity. With eternity at stake, who cares about comfort zones? Whose path are you crossing on a regular basis? Do they need a life giving relationship with Christ? If so, it’s no coincidence that your paths are crossing. Make that short walk across the room, street, down the hall, or whatever and make that initial connection.
So you don’t have to be a seminary student to plant a seed, or to show someone that their life matters to you and to God.
Ten years ago, I started a new job on a Medical Oncology unit in a local hospital. I was introduced to all the staff, and everyone was really friendly. Well almost everyone. There was one nurse, Shannon, who would not have a thing to do with me. She’d heard my husband was a minister, and that we were starting a new church in the area. She wanted nothing to do with my new church, my God, or me.
I had to work twelve-hour night shifts with her every weekend. It was grueling, but I was determined we were at least going to be able to work together, if we couldn’t be friends. It was months before she ever spoke to me, and months more before we ever had any kind of meaningful dialogue. But slowly, as I continued to be intentional about our relationship, she wore down. I never talked to her about my faith. I just tried to let her see it.
The night Shannon caught me at the end of a hall, and ventured into a faith conversation is one I will never forget. After that, she became my friend. It was not until two years later that she called me at home one night to tell me she had accepted Christ at her mom’s church, and been baptized that very night! She said once she made the decision, she just couldn’t wait on the baptism, and so the pastor at her mom’s church baptized her immediately!
When I found my voice again, I told her how completely elated I was. She told me I was the first person she’d told because of how I had invested so much in her. That meant the world to me. I went out and bought her a Bible, and gave it to her the next weekend at work. Each night in the wee hours of our shift, as our patients slept, we would have Bible class. It was amazing. Shannon is now my forever friend!
Let’s take a walk, pick up the phone, plant some seeds.
If you ask for someone to invest in, I promise the Holy Spirit will show you someone who needs you to invest in him or her for eternity. He just will. I’m sure of it.

Living off the Land

Yep. It’s true. We planted a garden over the weekend, and we’re going to live off the land. That’s a picture of our garden up there. So, you have your doubts that we’ll make it? Me too. The large rabbit that lives back there might do well. Still, I’m convinced we’ll be able to write a book on how to maximize garden space using the “circle method”. Think about it. Every garden I’ve ever seen is rectangular. Plants are placed in rows. It’d be hard to plow a circle garden, but for those of us not quite advanced enough in our gardening prowess to make use of a plow, I think a circle is a fun alternative.
We bought small tomato, cucumber, strawberry, pepper, and cantaloupe plants. We, and by we I mean my husband, dug out the area in our back yard for our circle garden. Then we, and by we I mean my husband, loosened the soil and added two large bags of good soil and mixed it all in. Then we, yes we, arranged our plants within the circle garden and watered them in. Our neighbor came out, and made fun of our garden. No tomatoes for him.
In my mind, I have visions of luscious strawberries, and juicy tomatoes.
I see salads full of cucumbers and desserts of cantaloupe. All gathered right out my back door from my circle garden. Every day I walk out to my garden and look for progress. The plants seem to love their circle garden. I know it will be weeks and weeks before I am able to reap the fruits of my labor, and by my labor I mean my husband’s labor.
I looked down yesterday, and saw that someone had chewed a couple of holes in my little strawberry plant’s leaves. Gasp! Were those there when I planted them? I turned the leaves over looking for a culprit. Thankfully none was there. (Eeew!) I realize that between the rabbit, pests, and the weather, it will be a miracle if we get to enjoy anything from our garden.
It truly is a miracle that such good things can grow from the ground.
From small seeds come wonderful things. Everything needed to make a sweet strawberry or crunchy cucumber is packed into a tee-niny little package. Under the right conditions, it will germinate and become all it was intended to be. The greatest of all things often start small.
My friend Catherine, and guest blogger last week, shared her thoughts on faith that moves mountains. She wrote about the mustard seed. The Bible teaches that if we have the faith the size of a mustard seed we can move mountains. I’ve often heard folks talk about just not having enough faith for this or that. I think Jesus spoke of the mustard seed and compared it to the mountain to show us that it’s not the amount of faith we have that matters. It’s whether or not we have any at all.
It’s kind of like you’re not a little pregnant.
You’re either pregnant or not. I, thankfully, am not. You either have faith or you don’t. Jesus is perfectly fine with a tiny scrap of faith. He can do great things with that tiny scrap. He’ll nurture it, guard it from pests, and stand back, watch it grow and produce great fruit.
My faith quotient is ever changing. Some days my quotient is high, other days it looks more like a mustard seed. Thankfully it’s not the amount I have, but whom I place my faith in that matters. As I nurture and watch my circle garden grow, I hope to see my faith grow as well. As my plants bear fruit, I hope also to bear the fruit of my faith.
I’d love to hear about your gardens. (Even if yours is a plain old rectangle one.)
Share what you’ve planted, and how you are caring for it. What have you done in the past that worked well or didn’t? Maybe you don’t have a garden, circular or rectangular, but you have some thoughts on faith. Share those here too, pretty please. We can all learn about growing gardens and faith together… but you have to post. What you have to say is important, and it just might help someone else along their journey. Or at least it might save their tomatoes.

A Touchy Subject

It’s a touchy subject in churches all over the country. It actually keeps many from attending at all. But it needn’t be that way. It’s like lots of other good things. Someone or some group comes along, misuses something or takes advantage of something that should have been a good thing, and makes it no longer palatable for most folks. Mistrust or doubt settles in where only good was intended. It’s somehow become almost a “dirty” word to many.
Okay, enough buildup. I’m talking about the tithe here. I recently touched on the political, so I thought it only fair that one touch on the religious. And, well, one kind of led me to the other- except there’s really nothing religious about the tithe. At least there was never supposed to be.
What I have to say on the subject is neither Protestant nor Catholic, evangelical nor fundamental. Actually, it’s Wilma.
I’m going to get to Wilma in a little bit. The entire country is still up in arms over the passage of the healthcare bill. I suppose we’ll be up in arms for quite a while to come. At least until something else comes along to alarm us. Remember, 2012 is coming and those Mayans did mention something about a planetary catastrophe… But let’s worry about that later, shall we? Instead, I would like to put out there, that had the tithe been observed by believers we’d have no need for this present healthcare law, social security, welfare, etc.
May I preface this next part by saying that I am not a numbers person. I totally swiped these stats from someone else who is. But even a non-numbers person like me had to say, “No way!” to these.
It has been estimated that only twenty-seven percent of all Christians tithe.
A tithe is ten percent of your yearly income. (If you have to ask pretax or after taxes, then you have issues.) Less than one third of Christians follow this practice. One in four Christians give nothing. Yep. Zilch, zero, nada. Nothing.
American Christians, as a group, earn an annual salary of $2.5 trillion dollars. That’s “trillion”, with a “T”. If everyone gave a tithe, (after taxes even- for those aforementioned issue havers), there would be $46 billion dollars to further the Kingdom, help the poor, and provide enough health care for everyone. Some suggest that number could easily double. I’m not much on facts or figures, but that’s a lot of moolah.
I’ve heard all the arguments against the tithe.
Many say we are no longer under the law that was given to the early chosen people. Okay. Fine. I love a good pulled pork sandwich as much as anyone. As Christians, we are to be about giving more than getting. The New Testament states that the early Christians gave all that they had when needed, so that no one went without. They gave ALL. So the early Christian example blows the tithe out of the water.
Early on, I mentioned Wilma. Wilma was my grandmother, and she taught me the best lesson I ever heard on the subject of tithing. Wilma tithed her whole Christian life. Wilma was not a wealthy woman, still, her lesson on tithing was this:
God will do more with ninety percent of a person’s income than they can do themselves with a hundred percent of it.
Wilma never missed a meal, never had to sleep outside, or go naked because she gave. But she probably would have been willing to if that was what was necessary for her to continue to give. My point is she didn’t. Her gift was meager in the eyes of many, but in the eyes of God it was great, and because she gave it cheerfully it was blessed and so was she blessed.
Many argue that they wish they could give yet they just can’t afford it.
Wilma would argue that they can’t afford not to. In not giving, you are missing out on the blessing that obedience to God brings. So really, tithing is not a financial issue. It’s a heart issue. We turn it into a “you go first” game we play with God. We tell him, “You go first, God. You give me more money, and then I’ll give.” But God knows better. So His response in the game is, “You give first, then I will bless you”. And you know what? He always does.
Our oldest son recently started working and earning a paycheck, and he’s already giving his tithe. Hopefully it will just be something he always does. Not out of any kind of religious mandate, but out of an obedient, cheerful heart. Then he can stand back, and watch the blessings pour down from heaven.
“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this, says the LORD Almighty, and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.” Malachi 3:10 

My Mustard Seed Experience


Move!
That did not do it. Move, please? Again, nothing happened. What was I doing wrong? Like, I had my Starbucks; I was up to date on my magazine reading. Why wasn’t it going anywhere, fleeing into a proverbial sea? My mountain was not retreating, and I just did not understand why.

I had seen many mountains in my life, but this one, well, this one was big! I realized as soon as it presented itself that it would need to be dealt with. So I leaned not on my own understanding, “mustard”… ok, a little joke… mustered all the faith I could find, and commanded that mountain to move in the name of my Savior. I waited for the clouds to part, for the fog to fill the air, and the “poof” to happen, but instead there it sat, staring at me as if to say “Na na na na na”!

Jesus said in His word, in three different places, that if I had the faith the size of a mustard seed I could tell a mountain to move, or a tree to uproot and replant itself, and it would. I quickly assumed I must not be working hard enough to have that kind of faith. So, being the Southern gal that I am, I of course did what is natural for any self respecting Steel Magnolia. I worked harder at my faith.

It was like an extreme faith workout makeover- Biblical P90X for the Christian Gal. I spent more time reading my Bible. I watched so many sermons about faith on the Internet that I became familiar with pastors before they became pastors. I even interviewed other “Mountain Movers” about faith, and here and there I soon began to feel I might be performing the whole faith thing well enough to move my mountain.

I guess you can see where this is going. I, on the other hand, did not. That is until one day I called my girlfriend in a complete pity party/crisis of faith (something we Southern women also do rather well) to console me. She listened, and as she clicked her manicured nails on her granite countertop she bluntly pointed out a very poignant fact. “Girl, I think that maybe you need to realize the mountain isn’t yours. It is His. It exists because He is allowing it to. Dare I ask, have you asked for permission to move it, or are you trying to orchestrate this whole thing on your own?”

Wow… Okay, being that I am, let’s say, hmm… at best… a little rebellious; she lost me at permission. About two seconds later God grabbed my heart, and asked that I take a longer look at Jesus’ words about faith. I soon began to realize that faith was something that was as foreign to me as Awamat or Knefe (Middle Eastern desserts that sound fabulous though I have never eaten them!).

He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you. Luke 17:6
Luke 17:6

I have always interpreted Luke 17:6 and Matthew 17:20 to say that my faith should be the physical size of a mustard seed (large or small). I realized however, that maybe in addition to size (because Jesus looks at much more than the exterior of His creation) maybe He was referring to its physical characteristics.

I was encouraged in this thought as I studied the original text and the word for “like” (like a mustard seed). The original Hebrew text “hōs” actually was translated to be “as” or “in likeness”.

Hmmmm, so now I have to check out this thing called a mustard seed and what does it “do” to have faith? What is it like? Funniest thing… I realized that a mustard seed just is what it is, a seed. It doesn’t really have to try to be anything it just gets planted into the ground and grows. It trusts it will be taken care of, and it will become what the Creator wants it to be.

As a matter of fact a mustard seed is planted as one of the smallest of seeds, and it turns into one of the largest plants (Kind of like different parts of my body have done as I have stepped over the forty-year-old threshold) It trusts that God is in control and it is not. It trusts God to give it the stuff it needs to grow. It also trusts that should a mountain need to move, should that mountain not be good for the seed, that God will in fact, in His time, move it.

As I sat looking at my mountain, I chose to see it differently. I still did not like it, not at all. But I knew He did not like it either. This world was not originally designed for me to have to deal with mountains, but when I choose my way and not God’s, well I get freedom… and some mountains… some valleys… and some desserts. You caught me, yes, deserts. He does use those mountains for our good before he moves them, if we let Him.

By His grace I began to realize that the only way I was ever going to understand the faith of a mustard seed was to pray that God would help me to understand what that meant. “Lord, will you please give me faith “as” a mustard seed so I can trust you fully and see this mountain here in front of me will move if it is your will?”

The craziest thing happened. In my prayer time, I stopped working towards growing that seed of faith on my own, I began resting in Him, and learning about the seed. Each day He directed me, and each day I trusted He would come through. He did.

Time passes (wrinkle creams are purchased), the season changes and my seed begins to bloom. Lo and Behold… one day I look up and guess what? My mountain had moved! While I was resting in Him, just like a mustard seed does, He was moving it! In this case He actually guided me around my mountain. Since then He has also taken me over some, through some, and under some (Not great on the hair let me just tell ya!).

I am learning that everything belongs to Him and faith is really letting go. It takes so much more strength to do that than to hold on, doesn’t it? So as for “me, and my mountain” I go back to a song I learned as a child, and simply smile at the God I know who loves me very much. “Oh the Lord’s been good to me, and so I thank the Lord. For giving me, the things I need, the sun, and the rain… and the mustard seed”. Yes, the Lord has been good to me!

A Work of Art

My mother is an artist.
She paints things she likes. Lots of her paintings are of natural things. Landscapes, outdoor scenes, or flowers. Pretty things. She recently participated in an outdoor local art show with dozens of other artists from around the area. It was a beautiful spring day, and lots of people came out with babies in strollers and dogs on leashes to wander around and admire the art. Some brought money intending to buy an original work, but lots were just lookie-loos out to appreciate art and the day.
I took my kids and went to the show. I went with the intention of being a lookie-loo. When we got there, my mom took my daughter around to look at the other artist’s work. She’s teaching my daughter how to paint, and this was a good opportunity for her to see some good works by various local artists. So instead of a lookie-loo, I was left minding the booth for my mom.
I watched as people walked back and forth admiring the art in the different booths.
People meandered around until something caught their eye. (It’s quite a subjective thing, art.) It was different things for different people. Some people would walk right by my mom’s booth and never even slow down. I had to fight the urge to run them down and drag them back. Still, others would stop in their tracks and come in for a closer look. Each person that came in seemed to be drawn to a different painting. I had my own favorites in there, too, and I was amazed when they would choose a different one to gaze upon. I would point them in the direction of the ones I liked, but after a polite nod, they’d go back the one they liked to start with.
Some folks would stand and stare at a particular painting for several minutes. I wondered what they were thinking about. Sometimes the length of time they stood silently there would make me uncomfortable. I wanted to fill the silence with words, but it felt as though I would be interrupting a moment. I noticed others would come and look at a painting, walk away, and come back again to look at the same one. It’s like it was calling to them. Silently, I was wishing they’d just buy it already. Then some would ask me what the inspiration was for a particular work. I’d glance around quickly and see if mom was coming back… because honestly I had no idea.
For some reason, it seemed to matter to those who took an interest in a piece, what had inspired the work.
Who knows what it is that draws us each to a particular work of art. I think the same can be said of scripture passages. What draws me to a particular one? I might have skimmed over that very one a hundred times only to take note of it on the hundred and first look. Some passages I come back to over and over again. Many I pass over and others pull me like a moth to a flame. And what about the inspiration behind a particular verse? Luckily we don’t have to ask someone else about that. For the Holy Spirit who inspired each and every verse will reveal that inspiration to us.
What passage is speaking to you right now?
Maybe you’ve passed it over many times, but right now it’s pulling you in, shaping your heart and sharpening your mind. Perhaps it’s providing you comfort or strength in hard times, or encouraging you to press on in your path. Maybe you have one that no matter how many times you read it, it moves you. It’s become your life verse.
Maybe you’ve never had the experience of gazing upon a passage of scripture and having it pull you in. To you, that all sounds just a little hinky. Perhaps we (those kind enough to have read this far) can jump start your experience.
If you have been stopped in your tracks and had your attention grabbed by a scripture, will you share it here? (You know- under Comments?) It won’t ask you for any personal information. You can even leave your verse anonymously if you like. But if you share, perhaps someone else could be caught up in a moment. Go ahead, type out the whole thing. Together, we’ll provide a gallery of beautiful works to strengthen, encourage and enlighten.
Okay, fine- I’ll go first.

Caterpillar Refugee Camp

I’ve said it before, and I will likely say it again. Spring is my favorite time of the year. There are other times of the year that I am fond of, but nothing tops spring in my book. It’s a new start. Everything old is new again. Bulbs that were planted in the fall push their way up through the cold ground to find the sun. I once planted some bulbs in my front yard that actually came up. No one told them they were supposed to be purple. Actually they turned out white, but who cares? They were still beautiful.
The grass is never greener than it is in the springtime. The sky is never bluer.
Things change seemingly overnight during spring. One my azalea bushes were covered in buds, and the they were heavy with rich, bright pink blooms. What looked like completely dead crepe myrtle trees one week, are bursting forth with tiny green buds the next. Boy birds are singing in earnest hoping to impress the girl birds. Early mornings and late afternoons find little brown bunnies scurrying through my yard and the yards of my neighbors.
My two youngest kids have discovered caterpillars.
There are brown caterpillars everywhere. They have captured a small colony of these creepy crawlies, and placed them in caterpillar refugee camps in hopes of watching their metamorphosis into butterflies. I know they have visions of beautiful monarch butterflies emerging from their cocoons. Unfortunately, thanks to the Internet, I now know the caterpillars my kids have collected are not ever going to be monarch butterflies. They will not ever be butterflies of any kind. Nope, my kids have collected tent caterpillars. (Isn’t the Internet wonderful?) Apparently tent caterpillars don’t morph into butterflies. Instead they morph into smallish brown moths; the kind that my daughter squeals in fear of, and runs away from. However some moths are beautiful.
I am reminded of a large, green moth that I now know is called a Luna Moth. (Yes, again with the Internet) One day, way back when I was in high school (A very long time ago) I had stayed after school for marching band practice. It was a sweltering, hot Alabama afternoon, and we had taken a much-needed break in the shade of the school building.
Someone pointed out a large, bright green moth that was perched on the side of the building. It was every bit of five inches across, and it was holding onto the brick about twenty feet up in the air. None of us had ever seen such a large moth before. Several of us just stood there staring at it.
I’ll admit, not a lot of exciting things happened in this little town.
As we watched, and without warning, a mockingbird flew in, snatched up the moth, and was gone in an instant! For a few seconds, none of us knew what to say. What was there to say, really? We all just sort of shrugged our shoulders, and went back to practice. That is what most would call an anti-climatic story. But I have thought of that moth from time to time. It was just so big, and well, beautiful. I suppose the mockingbird thought he had just super-sized his lunch!

Spring, for me, is all about hope.

It’s a tangible ending to a cold, often seemingly hopeless winter. The evidence of the new life around me sings of God’s love and presence in my life. It reminds me of the hope I now have. As my kids gather the tent caterpillars, they have hope of a new life: a transformed life.
What better example in nature is there of new life than a caterpillar?
In reality it’s the same bug, only different. That’s what Christ does for us. We are the same bug after we come to Christ, just different. The same, but different. The caterpillar-turned-butterfly, or moth as the case may be, has the ability to see the world from a whole new perspective. A new and different adventure awaits the transformed bug. The same is true for those who choose to follow Christ. We are transformed. A new adventure awaits us.
Tent caterpillars are fine, but maybe if we look really hard this spring we should be able to find a Luna Moth caterpillar. After all, this has got to be one BIG caterpillar. Now that would be a transformation to see! We’ll just make sure there are no mockingbirds around to spoil the fun.
Do you have this sort of reaction to Spring? Do you find it easier to see God at work this time of year? Look around, what have you seen this spring that has God’s finger prints all over it…