I see God’s creative finger in all seasons.
But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls.
These are the days when all that glitters is green.
Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf.
That also carries the color of hope.
Because life is in the blood, and as long as there’s life, there’s hope.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the “finger of God.”
I’m sharing over at BibleDude today. It’s a little disjointed. But then so is life sometimes. I’d be honored if you’d join me there.