Spring’s Break

It’s been quiet at my workplace. The children are away on vacation and their voices are missed. But the flowers are blooming and speaking out in their own exquisite ways. I photographed the smiles of a few.

Today I took a grateful look at my own little space in the world. It had rained. All felt fresh, new. Alive.

Spring — life, lifted out of the dirt, breaking through the stone and soil.

The death of winter rolled away.

Colors, once brown, now bold; skies, clearing and energizing the soul.

Nature’s resurrection. Glory to God.

Holy Week 2012

Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional, a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers, and the proud mother of Dan.

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