We’re stepping into summer and I find myself thinking about seasons, the never-ending unfinished and new beginnings.
It starts in snow and ice, with the tang of wood-smoke hanging in the air. The sky begins to lighten as the days stretch. Streams melt off into swelling rivers, ponds and lakes. Color slowly creeps over the landscape as flocks fly home to build their nests.
Because God is master of new beginnings—it’s what He does.
And here in the small and unfinished? His grace is power for my present.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness (Lamentations 3:21-23, NIV).