A Springtime Story

The air smelled fresh and new, the way it does only on the first warm days of early spring. The grass was starting to turn green, and the leaves were beginning to pop out on the tree in our yard. In the flower bed I could see some thick green points poking up through the soil, soon they would grow into big yellow daffodils. I liked spring! I just stood there, thinking about the newness of everything, and won­dered why God made the seasons come and go each year. I wondered why it couldn’t be...