…Look around you:
Winter is over;
The winter rains are
over, gone!
Spring flowers are in
Blossom all over.
The whole world’s a
choir—and singing!
Song of Solomon 2:10-11 (The Message)
Spring is coming, I’m sure it is. It’s almost here. I keep believing that it will be here. I keep believing that the winter is over and then I get disappointed. Another winter storm. Another icy morning. Another sudden frost grips the earth. During this winter, I was afraid to believe in the spring.
I wanted to look forward to blooming flowers, budding trees—green lawns. I wanted to remember picking the first daffodils of spring but I couldn’t. There were days this winter when I doubted spring’s existence, when I doubted that I would ever see another jonquil or flower in my accidental garden. Apparently, my plants had more faith than I did. Even though the snow fell and the cold gripped what should have been many a spring morning, my plants never doubted that Spring would arrive. My plants continued to push through the cold, the snow and the frost towards the coming spring.
I wish I had the same dogged snow-covered faith; I didn't: because every time the cold seemed to stop and the snow melted, another storm was on the way.
But isn’t life like that? We know that spring is coming because, well, spring always comes. We know that our lives will face winter storms, icy days and cold nights. We know that the snow will cover the ground, but we also know that spring is on its way.
Spring means resurrection, doesn’t it? And even though on Good Friday everything seemed bleak, cold, dark and forlorn--Sunday’s coming. Resurrection is on the way, and winter will, at last, be over.
I wanted to look forward to blooming flowers, budding trees—green lawns. I wanted to remember picking the first daffodils of spring but I couldn’t. There were days this winter when I doubted spring’s existence, when I doubted that I would ever see another jonquil or flower in my accidental garden. Apparently, my plants had more faith than I did. Even though the snow fell and the cold gripped what should have been many a spring morning, my plants never doubted that Spring would arrive. My plants continued to push through the cold, the snow and the frost towards the coming spring.
I wish I had the same dogged snow-covered faith; I didn't: because every time the cold seemed to stop and the snow melted, another storm was on the way.
But isn’t life like that? We know that spring is coming because, well, spring always comes. We know that our lives will face winter storms, icy days and cold nights. We know that the snow will cover the ground, but we also know that spring is on its way.
Spring means resurrection, doesn’t it? And even though on Good Friday everything seemed bleak, cold, dark and forlorn--Sunday’s coming. Resurrection is on the way, and winter will, at last, be over.
