Perhaps those of us who reside where winters are harsh appreciate spring a bit more than folks lucky enough to live in milder climes. After so many months of grayish-brown tree trunks and grayish-tan grasses, interrupted only by snow and grayish-colored rocks, the first glimpse of a spring wildflower never fails to elicit surprise and delight. For what is a spring wildflower if not a resurrection miracle? Fortunately, Hubby had his camera with him when he chanced upon this lovely creeping phlox growing in a mulch of dead sagebrush branches the other day.
“One man [Jesus] died for everyone….so that everyone could be included in His…resurrection life, a life far better than people ever lived on their own.” 2 COR 5:14-15