You know the changing of the seasons is simply amazing. Springtime brings forth the flowers that bloom in all of their magnificent array of shapes and colors. I find myself stopping to smell the roses. When I think about the time I spend in the hustle and bustle of daily living, sometimes it’s hard to find the time to stop and just admire Gods’ splendor. One of the things that I like to do during the spring season is to go fishing. Typically I do more crabbing and gazing out on the water than I do fishing. Let it be known that I can’t swim so I’m not out on a boat. My hubby and I fish from a pier and I am amazed at the water. It’s such a calming feeling being out there. It tends to be quite tranquil. This is just one of my stopping to smell the roses moment. Do you have any? What are they? I mean what atmosphere do you like to be in to hear from God or just take in his bountiful scenery? What does it take for you to stop and spell your proverbial roses or whatever your flower of choice may be? I am speaking metaphorically of course. One of the great things about the change of season, for me, is that birthed during spring is the deluge of showers that we experience. The smell of rain…ha, there’s nothing like it. As a child, I liked to play in the rain and that has actually carried over into my adult life. One of the things I’ve learned about the springtime and its rain is that it brings to bloom those flowers or in my case specifically, those roses. The rain tends to represent the precursor to a storm. Storms of life are an inevitability. There are times when rain is looked at with a veil of trouble. However, I’ve started to think of the rain as being a necessary step toward me seeing my roses. So I say let the rain come because it’s birthing my roses.