Emphasis Preaching Journal

My grandfather was a watcher. He watched nature for signs of what was to come. Tagging along with Grandpa turned me into a watcher too. I remember trudging over the prairies and being thrilled to see the first wild crocus push its head through the stubborn snow. Spring was near. Then the robins came, then the meadowlark, and finally, hundreds of baby gophers would pop their heads out of their holes and bark the arrival of another hot prairie summer.