The sun rising, breaking through bits of early morning fog greeted me this morning as I had my coffee on the porch. As I looked out across our patches of woods, new growth...brilliant green everywhere, popping out...dogwood blossoms unfolding, red buds...quiet splendor indeed but isn't it funny how in all their quiet new growth, they seem to be shouting..."wake up"..."come to life"..."emerge from the old and be made new, afresh"! Isn't that what we want? Each day is a new day with a fresh clean palette of brilliant colors just waiting for us. What life-picture will we paint? It's really up to us.
As the old crusader in the Indiana Jones' Raiders of the Lost Ark said..."choose wisely".