Sprouts

It is unseasonably warm in our area right now.  We have blue skies, no hint of rain, and cold, frosty mornings.  The pruned rose bushes look like thorny twigs.  The bottle brush still has a few blooms that feed a hummingbird.  A dozen daffodils are showing their shiny yellow faces.  It should be raining, but the sky is hazy ice blue with a few wisps like downy feathers. 

Sprouts are popping up all over our back yard.  It remains to be seen if they have roots deep enough to survive the possibly troubled times ahead. 

Do we? 

In this rush-rush, busy-busy world packed with technology and knowledge, do we look to the pundits and seemingly powerful to give us hope for the future?  Or do we trust in the Lord and the power of His strength to show us the path to walk?  Do we live to please the Lord?  Or do we live to please ourselves and make excuses when things don’t happen the way we want? 

The little sprouts in the backyard give me a reason to pause and ask myself:  Where is my faith planted?  If I look to the world for solutions, I will wither and die.  If I look to the Lord and His promises, He will cause me to grow even in the hardest of circumstances.

This little sprout chooses Jesus.  Today and tomorrow and always, one day at a time, I choose to live by faith.