The March of Time

It is a new day. The sun is shining and there is a hint of spring in the air. The snowdrops (or whatever these are) in my garden are making their way into the sunshine. Brave little souls! They do not worry about the snow that may fall tomorrow or the frigid temperatures forecast. Instead they trust the One who made them and raise their hands in worship. I hate to think what the world would look like if flowers were afraid.