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Springtime Spills into New Beginnings



I have been out of the country for the last three springtimes.  I was reminded this morning on my way to work how beautiful changing seasons can be.  I was impressed by trees framed with a halo of red from new buds.   I heard birds singing songs I had forgotten.  My heart was so full, it spilled out of my eyes!


Springtime – synonymous with new beginnings.  This year is a new beginning for me, now that I am back in the United States again.  I miss my friends in Taiwan a lot – sometimes so much it spills out of my eyes.  But, I know that for this chapter, I am to be here in America – in Northwest Arkansas.  I’m thankful.

New beginnings – what will start this year in a new way for me?  I know that God has given me so much this year – many new things.  I want to ask Him to help me to see with new eyes this year.    Each day is a gift.  Each person is a treasure.   Change, although at times challenging, can result in growth for our good.  I don’t want to become accustomed to people, things, and changes around me.


What has this season brought for you?  I would enjoy hearing about some of your new beginnings.


  • The spring and fall equinoxes are the only two times during the year when the sun rises due east and sets due west,

Time Change Sunday

It was a few years ago that my eldest daughter had been called up for active duty in Afghanistan.  Her unit was leaving on the Sunday when time changed.  Here are my thoughts and feelings on that day.


Time Change Sunday

Spring ahead – lose an hour

Not enough sleep

Spending time together

Not sure when the next opportunity will be.

Be at the base by 6:30 a.m.

No, that has changed

Will send a message

With the new time.

Text says to be there at 14:00

I wonder . . . what if they decided

To leave early

Would you be left behind?

Trip to the base to drop you off

Will be back

To wait with you until

It’s time for you to leave.

But the time has changed

Now it is at 18:00

So we play Phase 10

Good way to pass the time.


Halfway through the game

Time to head to the airport

The busses have arrived

Time for soldiers to board.

Head to the airport

To get some food first

There’s what – a parade??

Through town??


Waiting with anticipation

There they are!

Lights flashing

Motorcycles with flags flying.


Cars, trucks, motorcycles

Riding with lights blinking

To signify the importance

Of this incredibly long train.

This entourage continues

Slowly carrying precious cargo

Our own – on to the next stop

Fulfilling their duty to our country.


Traffic comes to a halt

To honor the troops riding to the airport

My daughter is on that bus

My heart is full, my eyes full of tears.

Busses, bikes, cars

File into the airport

Overtaken by family and friends

It’s just us and our soldiers.


Families standing together

Couples holding each other

Smiles, tears, laughter, silence

Today is time change, for sure.


The plane arrives

A long time coming, and yet…

Did it have to come so soon?

Shouldn’t it be an hour later?

The troops line up

Ready to make the final trip

Up the ramp – ready to leave

Today our time has changed.


What does the future hold?

What changes in the lives

Of each of these soldiers

Lord God, You know.

Thank You that our times

Are in Your hands

You are the One Who makes

All things new.



Thank You that on this day

We can trust You

With every time change

In the lives of our soldiers.

                    -Marilyn Hodgin, March 23, 2010


A Can of Tomatoes and the Sovereignty of God

I had heard that a storm was coming – like another one we already had. I had been thinking about the tomato soup at Atlanta Bread Company, and with a storm coming, it seemed like a good time to try out the recipe that was said to be very much like theirs.

Only a couple of things on my list, enough to just put on the ‘seat’ of the cart. Looking forward to the completion of this tasty task.

All of a sudden, all I could feel was pain. The huge can of tomatoes had slipped through the leg holes on the seat, and landed just behind my right toe. Barely able to stand, I tried to keep my tears inside, attempting to stay standing while leaning on my cart.

No one saw the can fall. No one was in the aisle at the time of the impact. Did anyone care?

And then, I got a little upset with God. If He makes the sun rise and set every day, was He in charge of that can?  Why did that can have to fall just at the time that my foot was taking the next step on the mission that I had set out to accomplish? Couldn’t the can have just slipped off to the side – – I mean, why did it have to hit my toe? And why did it have to hurt so bad? And why was no one there to see if I was ok?

Psalm 37:23 says that “the steps of a good man (lady) are ordered by the Lord.”   What??!! Did that mean that God knew about the can?  Did He know whether my toe was broken or not (it wasn’t)?  Did He know how much it hurt?

It seemed as though God wrapped His arms around me and said, “I saw the can fall. I was in the aisle when it hit. I do care – more than you can ask or think.”

He is a good God – even when it hurts.




Lots of it


Lots of them




Only one

I’m thankful

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