Lord, my yard is shouting the proclamation that life wins! You win! You have won over death. You are alive. You have risen indeed!

And You will win over the Coronavirus.

Thank You for spring, Lord, and for a yard that shouts it so loudly. First the daffodils poked their heads out, and then they bloomed into bobbing bright yellow or white cylinders, while the forsythia shouted at me from beside the house and the driveway, “No, but look at me! Look how beautiful I am!”

And then the hyacinths bobbled their many fingered bodies in purple and pink splendor, with a fragrance that was oh so sweet. And then the tulips, yellow, red, and orange, started bragging, tall sentinels of beauty that eventually splayed themselves in individual worship, then closed up tight again at night.

Meanwhile, the cherry and pear trees were snowing petals and the ornamental cherry blushed with pink-kissed cheeks.

And then the calla lilies got in on the show, perfect Easter purity, all of them lifting their curled and gentle bodies to the sun.

Next my first bright pink rose peeked out, shockingly beautiful beside the calla lilies as its bush wound its way up the trellis on the side of the house.

Now my calla lilies are just bursting forth over and over and over again. Bragging!

And all the roses are beginning to bloom. The Peace Rosebush (as I’ve just learned her name) gave me five beautiful roses! Five, when she usually can only manage one. And other buds are almost, almost ready to bloom.

And my irises sprang up from underwater in the pond, waving flags of freedom and life while our goldfish gobbled up the food I tossed at them this morning.

It’s as if my yard is proclaiming victory over the virus—everything is more prolific this year. More daffodils, more tulips, more calla lilies, more blossoms on the trees, more roses, more breath-taking and sweet smelling lilacs.

More, more, more! You win, Jesus! You win over a virus that wreaks havoc. Life still wins.

Thank you, dear Lord, for spring’s victory in the midst of the devastation of the Coronavirus. May I win today by spending time with You and this yard and my husband and just enjoying the beauty of being the woman You love.

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation (including the Coronavirus) will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8: 38-39

Are you convinced of this as well?

ELIZABETH MUSSER writes ‘entertainment with a soul’ from her writing chalet—tool shed—outside Lyon, France. Find more about Elizabeth’s novels at www.elizabethmusser.com and on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and her blog.