Spring time

It seems this springtime is blooming in every sense. My thought for this morning as I am diligent and working (when there are no doubt whales in the bay) is from Song of Songs 2: 10-13

"The voice of my Beloved says to me, Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away."

I'm believing that after the violence of Lonmin mine and the turbulence stirring, that the promise is for the voice of the Holy Spirit in our land, a call to intimacy with Jesus, and fruit on our trees.

Even if there is rain forecast tomorrow morning!

So exciting. And precious. Spring...