The snow has melted. We had our first thunderstorm. I listened to the sound of rain pounding on the roof. The cats line up at the window to watch birds, chipmunks and squirrels at the feeder. Loons swim in the river. People are out walking or starting to prepare their gardens. We enjoy brilliant-hued sunsets. These are signs of spring in the land of long, cold, white winters.
In the living room, by a tall, narrow window, I have a Fiddle-leaf Fig plant. It has lived with us for many years, since it was very small, and is now close to 6 feet high. It is one of my favorite plants with its unique fiddle-shaped leaves. The plant knows it’s spring too. As the sun’s rays grow warmer and stronger, the plant arches toward the window, reaching out to receive the sun’s blessing. I am reminded of how we reach with yearning spirits toward the warmth, strength and love of our God who is always ready to embrace us and bless us with love.
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