I’ve been enjoying the brief moments of sunshine we’ve had over the last few weeks. When the sun’s rays peek out of the clouds, I can’t help but head outside and enjoy them! Remember to slow down long enough to view the beauty around you today.
“The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field;” Psalm 103:15 NIV Bible
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
Tiny nubs of green slowly appear heralding the arrival of the earth’s cycle to warmer times. The ascent of life, long laying dormant, is coaxed out of its slumber into light. The time for renewal has come.
Spring’s arrival comes in the midst of turbulent weather: strong thunderstorms, erratic temperature changes that dramatically swing up and down and winds that can blow a house down. These small sprigs of life blossom out of this difficulty, vibrant and brightly hued. Delicate flowers born out of adversity; not the hardier variety of later days; those hot, humid days of summer.
This time of year is my favorite for nature watching. I’m encouraged by the first glimpses of the earth waking up. The evidence of hope revealing itself as the splendors of God are brought out of the dark and into the light. Nature rejoicing.
I’ve experienced the winter seasons of hardship, heartache, the numbing coldness of hurt, times of lifelessness when hope was only a figment. Then, a tiny nub of possibility begins and I’m reinvigorated with the promise of rebirth and awakened to that promise of possibility to come once again.
What tiny nub is blooming in your life?
“For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.” Romans 8:20,21 NIV Bible