Praise about new things

Dear Lord, Thank you for the beauty of the four seasons and for the privilege of living in a place that experiences all of them. Today is the first day of spring. Of course, it's raining. But that's okay. Rain is the evidence that you are working in the world, that you are changing, growing, and creating new things, even the predictable flowers like daffodils and crocuses and the less-predictable flowers like tulips (why don't mine come up more than once?). You bring deer into my yard to rest. You paint breath-taking sunsets across the horizon in the evening. The cherry and pear trees are bursting with white and pink, cheerful and radiant. The world smells of earth and grass and mulch. Clean, fresh, and vibrant. Why do you take the trouble with colorful details? Because you long to reveal yourself to us. Your blessings are new every morning. You love to remind us that you are constant and yet inventive. Your creation is not thwarted by our neglec