Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, it’s April — a new season has arrived! There were new baby animals all over our prairie farm/ranch when we were kids back home. The birds were back. The trees were budding. Tulip, and daffodils and some lovely prairie flowers were up and in bloom; if no tulips at our house, they were at Aunty’s house in town. Spring plowing/seeding had begun. April is a new lease on life!

The countryman will tell you he’s turning the soil to prepare the seedbed so he will be ready to plant oats or corn or grain or wheat. He tells only half the truth. Spring plowing is to prepare th...