This week a tiny green spear pushed up through the soil, having endured the recent ice storm, defied the torrent rain, and ignored the lack of sun. Promise pulsed from that little shoot, a pledge that flowers were waking beneath the soil, stretching their limbs and preparing to thrust their slender bodies toward a spring sky. I imagined their yawns as they primed themselves to grow.
All around me I heard the twitter of birds, small, excited warbles as they searched through the lilac bush for moss. The little beings drank greedily from the fountain, their excited chatter evidence they didn’t miss the ice sculpture that encased the waterfall the week before. Water splashed merrily from the bowl, the burbling sound like uncontrolled laughter. The new year had arrived and all of nature seemed to welcome it.
In our culture, worry seems to come with the freedoms we enjoy. Did we overdo at Christmas? Will we stay safe? Will the drought nudge food prices higher?
In the Bible, scripture teaches us in Matthew 6:25-27: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is life not more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them . Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
Won’t you welcome 2016 with me, praising God we get to start another year? Anticipate God’s blessings and accept His gifts remembering that no matter what goes on around us, He has everything in control.