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Dear Readers of Country Squire Magazine, I trust this letter finds you with muddy boots in the hallway and the hopeful sound of birdsong greeting your every dawn.

Spring is upon us in earnest now. The hesitant promise of March has burst forth into the full-throated declaration of April and May. The land is donning its garment of green, and every hedgerow is a cathedral of new life. It is a season of such rapid, joyous expansion that it can leave us breathless. Let us, therefore, offer a prayer for this time of greening, for hearts that can hold the wonder of it all, and for the grace to grow alongside God’s creation:

Almighty God, the Great Gardener, whose touch brings life from the sleeping earth, we lift our voices in awe at the resurrection of the world. We thank Thee for the gentle rains that wash the land clean, and for the strengthening sun that coaxes the blossom from the branch. For the lambs at play in the pastures and the busyness of the nesting bird, we give Thee praise. In a world so often preoccupied with death and decay, teach us the eternal truth of spring: that life springs forth from death, and that nothing is ever truly lost in Thy keeping. We pray for the land in this most fertile of times. Bless the fruit trees as they shed their blossom and set their fruit. Protect the tender shoots in the vegetable patch from the late frost and the hungry pest. Grant wisdom to the gardener, who coaxes and tends, and patience to the farmer, who watches the sky and trusts the seed to the soil. May we all learn from their labour, understanding that the most beautiful harvests require both diligent work and a humble reliance upon Thy grace. We confess, Lord, that we are often slow to grow, resistant to the new life You wish to cultivate in us. We cling to the comfortable decay of old habits, afraid of the vulnerability that comes with putting out new leaves. Root out from our hearts the weeds of resentment, the stones of stubbornness, and the thorns of anxiety. Turn the soil of our souls, however painful the plough may feel, and make us ready to receive the good seed of Your word. We pray for all those who find this season of new life a difficult one. For those who mourn, for whom the world’s joy feels like a mockery of their loss. For those who feel stuck in a personal winter, unable to feel the warmth of hope. For those who wait for a healing that does not seem to come, or a reconciliation that feels impossible. Whisper to them, we pray, the promise of the bulb buried deep in the dark earth: that the winter is not the end of the story, and that their own spring will surely come. As we marvel at the intricate beauty of a wildflower or the unfurling of a fern, grant us the humility to see Your hand in every detail. Let the cuckoo’s call and the swish of the scythe in the meadow be reminders of the ancient rhythms of life that You have ordained. Help us to live in harmony with these rhythms, finding our place in the great cycle of sowing and reaping, resting and growing. We pray for our rural communities, that they might be places of welcome and encouragement in this busy season. Give us the willingness to share our knowledge, to lend a tool, to offer a hand with the digging or the planting. Let the fellowship we share in the sunshine be a foretaste of the eternal community of Your saints. And in all things, teach us to be present. To truly see the mayfly dancing in the sunbeam. To truly hear the blackbird’s evening song. To truly smell the damp earth after a spring shower. For these are not mere background to our lives; they are gifts, direct from Your hand, moments of grace offered freely to any with the eyes to see. We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, who is the resurrection and the life, and in whom all things are made wonderfully, eternally new. Amen.

Have a peaceful Sunday and a blessed spring week, full of growth, hope, and the joyful noise of creation.

God bless you all.