As a boy I loved all things
new—a new book, a
new bike, new cowboy
boots; new lunch box,
pocketknife, haircut,
friend. Most adults
love the “newness” of
something new—the
smell of a new car, the
carpet in a new house. A
new song, a new set of
your favorite gear, new
shoes. “New year, new
you” goes the marketing
every January. We all
long for a fresh start in a
new world.
I was walking in a grove
of aspens yesterday
evening. They are such
beautiful, elegant
trees—long white trunks,
white as snow, grow
And you shall have it.
upward fifty feet or
God does not destroy
more before the leaves
the earth, nor his
crown the tops. I love
beloved creation; he
makes everything brand the smoothness of the
trunks, bending slightly
spanking new. Oh, the
here and there as they
wonder of it!
CREATION
By John Eldredge
RESTORED
By John Eldredge
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