A dove calls through the morning darkness. A bevy of robins rejoice at the start of another day. And, despite all the troubles and problems in this world, hope rises sort of like the jonquils that bloom, year after year.
Have you ever noticed the flowers that keep coming up at old house places? Even after the home owners have left or died, and the neglected house has crumbled, those flowers that someone planted long ago still blossom springtime after springtime. They are doing what the Lord put them on earth to do–brightening the corner where they were planted. I think of them as springtime surprises.
Yesterday as I drove along a country road, I met another surprise. In fact, in all my years, I don’t believe I’ve encountered the thing that suddenly appeared around a curve. It was of medium height, rather shaggy, and had two large, curving horns growing from its head. A goat! And beside it was another of the same species, only smaller. Was the goat out for a morning stroll? Was he ambling down the road to see a friend? Had he taken his young charge off to see the world and explain the mysteries of springtime? He didn’t tell me–didn’t say a word, actually. I eased past him, hoping he wouldn’t see my car as an enemy and charge. I noticed a bewildered look on his face. Maybe he was wondering where he had left that open gate. I’ll never know.
Jonquils, bird song, an adventurous goat; life is full of unexpected beauty and surprises; they slip into an ordinary day, lifting the heart. I am grateful.
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