Like a playful melody,Spring arrives this week. The tune is made more lively by bird gossip as they’ve chittered away during my walks at the park. Each calling out looking for someone to speak their language. Isn’t that what we all long for in some way?
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” The Secret Garden — Frances Hodgson Burnett
Spring celebrates the fresh, the clean, the new. I’ve been thinking about the dark, the old, and the dingy that the warming rays of sunshine have illuminated. They need the breath of change and a little spring cleaning, too. I’m looking for the things and people that speak my language as I mark another year older.
In my small corner of the world, numerous changes will be taking place in the months to come. And through all those transformations, I’m already looking onward for ways to express and speak my truer voice. To share the language of my soul in fresh, new, and genuine ways.
One of the longings being birthed is to find things and people whose hearts and minds trill with the same callings and expressions of the Father’s native tongue that I have. Does your heart beat likewise?
“Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” Hosea 6:3 ESV Bible