Boy howdy, did we sure have Kansas this past week: near ninety degrees last Sunday, thirty-mile-an-hour winds a few days, thunderstorms, rain, temperature dropping forty degrees in twenty-four hours and a chance of snow for the weekend. Saturday’s gray dawning came with a strong north wind and chilly temperatures.

This Lord’s Day morning, though, came bright and still. Not a leaf fluttered on the big elm tree when I looked out the kitchen window. Grape hyacinth blooms clustered below the birch trees and scattered toward the blooming crab apple. Green from the rains of last week, the grass filled in the frames of fence and driveway, spread beyond the ditches.

Inside the church, a similar spirit of refreshing seemed to spread through the congregation. In the time of prayer and singing, a warm peace and joy lifted their hearts. Songs of rejoicing and praise, a hymn of devotion, a stirring of the Spirit in both song and sermon. Prayer in which it were as if God spoke to us. And also, moments of quietness to allow the inner person time to contemplate, to be still and know that He is God.

There is a strengthening renewal in these times when God sends his good sunshine right into our souls. It is in the departure from our busy-ness and bustling, in the calm deliberateness of focus on things more lasting, and the lifting toward a higher plane, that we find the genuine Spring of Life.

And are, indeed, made new continually.

H. Arnett



About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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