Everything is new and green here in the Pacific Northwest, an enduring sign of God’s goodness to bring about yet another springtime after a slow season of wintering. Today I read from an anonymous source, “Just because your past didn’t turn out how you wanted it to, doesn’t mean your future can’t be better than you ever imagined.” The fresh growth of a profusion of spring greens, along with returning wrens, seem to punctuate that profession.