She eats the sunshine, takes it in giant gulps, grins as it bubbles boldly down her throat and settles in a warm glow in her stomach, emanating out of her eyes in shiny happy thoughts, causing freckles to break out on her skin, and dimples to dance on her cheeks.
The land is coming alive again, and so is she, resurrected from the winter depths of death and dread.
Dancing comes easy, joy comes fast, and the wonder that fills her days has rarely tasted sweeter.
So she cavorts in the newly born sunshine, her toes plunged deep into the green damp that is grass, her body spinning circles, her head dizzy, but her thoughts staying stable and balanced and focused on the God who fills her with such peace. He is the same God who mercifully gives beautiful spring to winter when the earth can take no more death and groans to be released from the sorrow of filthy gray sordid snow.
Virgin spring blushes bashfully as the Ordinary Princess welcomes it with open arms, unashamedly embracing it, awed by the blueness of the sky. She hasn't seen blue that brilliant in a while, and a little part of her she forgot she had ached for that hazy azulejo background that tiled the ceiling of her life.
It is here. It is newness and God's grace and life and temporary. But, for right now it is here. And it brings with it happiness so long hoped for and peace so long pursued. It is spring, dragged to her on the backs of sparrows, opened by branches of trees, and delicately kissed by the buds of tulips.
Spring away, bound over the brooks and fly through the fields. Welcome it with song and with laughter and with thanksgiving. Shy spring won't last forever, but take comfort in the fact that it can never stay away for long. The wheel of the seasons, like the wheel of fortune, is always turning. And for right now, the wheel is pointing up.
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