Beauty Hunters

Come now, My Love, My Lovely One, Come,

For you, the winter has passed,

The snows are over and gone, the flowers appear in the land,

The season of joyful songs has come.

The cooing of the turtledove is 

Heard in our land,

Come now, My Love, My Lovely One,

Come,

Let me see your face, and let me hear

Your voice, for your voice is sweet

and your face is beautiful,

Come now, my love, my lovely one,

Come.

Song of Songs 2:10-14

This time of year Abba's whispers lull me outside.  The birds wake me in the morning with the brightness of the sun.  The fresh green grass puts off a smell of freshness, the flowers bring a sense of hope to my winterized heart of chill.  New life behooves me to hop on my bike.

And ride with wind in my face, sweat down my back, balancing in the curves making me feel like I am 8 years old again.  Only this time I'm surrounded by a flock of kids soaking up the adventure with me, beating hearts pumping blood to all the extremities.  Gosh it feels good to be alive in spring time! 

We have become beauty hunters over the years, these kids and I.  Eyes peeled, nature journals open we chronicle the first buds on our trees, the first signs of our hostas pushing up from the earth, the return of humming birds.

Abba Father woos us to dine with him, to laugh and to play in his delightful world with the coming of spring.  I hope you'll don a helmet, borrow a bike or trike or even your walking shoes and get out there and soak up the joyful song being sung all around.  Our Lover calls to us.