I love the seasons. I love the seasons in Virginia.

I can smell spring wafting through my bedroom window. I can see spring budding all over my front yard. I can hear spring in the chatter of birds that tell me my alarm clock is about to go off. It never ceases to amaze me that the seasons change right when they are supposed to, as dormant winter yields to vital spring. Faithfulness surrounds us. Job understands:

“Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways,
and how small a whisper do we hear of him!
But the thunder of his power who can understand?” (Job 26:14)

If these are the outskirts of his ways, what majesty must there be in Him whom we worship!

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