Description
The Springs comes quietly in the country- so without announcement- that I walk into it morning after morning without knowing until abruptly, on some perfectly ordinary day, I think, It's warm! and realize that I have already been jacketless and easy in my kingdom for several such mornings. Faith is a bit like that, I suspect, quiet and without announcement till it, too, steps into out clothing and our decisions and only at the last into our consciousness, till it, too, cuts us loose from chores and clothes and the awkwardness of ice underfoot.