On a walk down my lane yesterday, the flock of robins surprised me.  Their appearance is a reminder of a coming spring.  The sighting brought delight.

My God is faithful.  He set the world in its orbit of sun, moon and a billion stars.  He called forth the mountains and settled the waters into their places.  He planted a garden. He planned the seasons.

He made a man and a woman to inhabit His creation.

It was His plan.

He knew we would fail.  He knew we would fall from grace.  But where sin abounded grace flowed down.  Grace greater than the defeat.  Grace enough to give victory.

Though winter may seem long, cold, and my heart frozen in lifelessness, there is the promise of spring.

And there will be grace enough to get me there.

Sunday grace.