Old Truth For Today

I was looking out my window on a recent frosty morning when I noticed little green tulip sprouts pushing their way up through the hardened soil. Life is amazing. I did absolutely nothing to cultivate the growth of those flowers. And yet, year after year, they somehow know when it’s time to rise again. No matter how long or severe the winter, spring always returns. Seeing those fragile shoots breaking through frozen ground reminded me of something I recently read in Psalms 65:

A lot of people stop celebrating birthdays once they become adults. Not me. I love birthdays — and not because I want attention or enjoy being the center of the room. In fact, I really don’t. What I love is what a birthday represents. A birthday is an invitation to gather the people I love and celebrate the simple, profound truth that God has given me another year of life. Another year. As I turn 35 this week, I am reflecting on another year of mountains and valleys. Another

Total, absolute quiet. It is so rare in a house with two young children, in a fast-paced culture, with long to-do lists. I don’t often get the chance to just sit and enjoy being still. Enter Michigan winter. Day after day after day of white snowfall blankets my world in quiet. Roads become impassable, and schools, churches, and businesses close for the day. We are given the opportunity to just be home—to enjoy the white, clean, fresh, silent air. It’s nice. This winter in Mic