Spring has finally arrived!  The sun has a warmth that can reach my soul and with it comes renewed hope of what is to come.  I have a large flower garden and spring is something I look forward to each year.  This year we had cold temps and snow on the ground for almost 7 months.  Nothing was growing during this season.  Everything was quiet, brown, limp, and looked lifeless.  I know that spring will bring a season of renewed life and growth, but it can be so hard to see when in the middle of winter.

It has been raining for a couple of weeks and the growth has taken off.  New leaves and buds are emerging every day.  The ground is soft and pliable from the rain and new life sprouting up to greet the sun.  Every year when everything starts to grow, I have an abundance of weeds that rise right along with the new sprouts of life.  It is always interesting to me that the weeds come right up next to, if not within, the new plant.  I have spent significant time helping those new sprouts flourish by carefully removing the weeds.

 

 

I love the warmer temps.  Grab a cup of coffee and take a walk through the garden watching with anticipation as the garden starts to grow.  Listening to the sounds of nature singing praises to the Father.  Wonder awakened!  The season of quiet, brown, limp, and lifelessness has passed.

The whole process of the flower garden reminds me of my walk with Christ.  There have been seasons of quiet, brown, limp, lifelessness, hanging on in hope of what would come.  Other seasons of amazing growth and others where I can walk in the warmth of the Son!

Spring has arrived and with it Wonder Awakened!  We as a staff are preparing for a season of amazing growth.  Summers at camp give an opportunity to walk in the warmth of the Son.  An opportunity to experience growth and allow God to prune the weeds that are growing up alongside and within you.  We are praying for each camper, volunteer, and staff person.  Want to pray with us or get involved this summer?  Let us know at info@camplakelouise.com

Blessings,
Michelle Hauch

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