Yesterday I pulled into my driveway late in the morning after a coffee run. As I turned off the ignition I looked into the backyard at a leafless maple tree and noticed a few birds perched among the limbs. Robins! The first I had seen this year and there were four of them. I couldn’t help but get a slightly uplifting vibe from these proverbial harbingers of Spring.
As I sat watching, another group of robins flew across the yard and alighted on other branches in the same tree. Just like that there were nearly a dozen red-breasted robins inhabiting the naked maple.
Robins mean Spring. Spring means warmth and light and new growth and rebirth. And Hope. Always Hope.
Amen. This is precisely why spring-birds were invented.
Ah, it’s heaven to see the days growing longer too; no more wandering home from work in the dark at 5:00 p.m. and wanting to go straight to bed. Yes, hope is on the rise and it feels very good.
Here’s praying for new beginnings.
Amen!!