Beginnings

These are the beginnings of the spring growth. Tender, yellow, and fragile. Hopefully nobody steps on them.
   Like new babies. We have three new babies coming soon in our church. Anticipation and celebration. Nurturing day and night.
   Like newborn saints. Clean hearts. New peace and joy. To walk in newness of life.
   Like changes in our ordinary lives. Spring cleaning. Fresh ideas for the gardens. Sparkling, lately washed windows. Tidied yards. Power washed woods machinery. Why? They'll just get old or dirty again. 
    What if because of the huge risks of being stepped on, God gave up on growing up any spring flowers altogether? 
    What if He took away grace ... we just keep needing more ... What if God did not renew His mercy each morning?