A Prayer in Spring & a Beautiful Friend

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 

And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid air stands still. 

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 

{Robert Frost} 

Spring finally decided to grace Phoenixville with her presence, and I am so glad she did.

There’s something about Spring that I love. Maybe it’s the cool warmth (I love oxymorons) that envelops you when you walk outside – weather that is too cool for official summer attire, but too warm for a heavy jacket. Or maybe it’s the sense of promise that Spring provides – the promise of flowers, perpetual sunshine, and new beginnings.

Whatever it is, I love it.

Today my friend Becky and I took a trip to Valley Forge National Park and had a picnic. I received the cutest picnic basket at my Bridal Shower, and had yet to find a reason to use it…so today we filled the basket with the contents necessary for peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, found the perfect picnic spot next to an old, rusty, blue, war cannon, and talked about friendships, missions trips, and holidays for three wonderful hours.


Valley Forge National Park

picnic basket

War Cannon // Picnic Basket // Blanket 

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Picnic Basket // Strangers Hiking // Blanket


Becky on the left // Me on the right


  Three hours is never long enough to spend with this lady. I love her more than most things, and always find great comfort in her presence.

She has an energy and a level of love that is incredible. If more people were like Becky, wars would end, and birthdays would cease to go unnoticed.

One time we drove around in her little car and listened to the Music & Lyrics soundtrack on repeat; I think we drove around VFCC’s campus at least 10 times, and afterwards bought frosted animal crackers & “did homework.”

Even our smallest moments become great adventures.

Tonight as I write this, I feel re-charged, rejuvenated, and grateful for this gem named Becky.

She helps me live out what Robert Frost’s poem has always meant to me – being intentional about living in the moment, and loving every gift God has given us, even the happy bees.

Find a friend like Becky. It’ll do your soul some good.

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