The sting and bite of deep winter has disappeared. The days now only occasionally remind us of the newly parted season; a sudden blast of cold air slapping the face like a rogue wave, making one more pass. Perhaps, a dark cloud bearing the resemblance of snow rather than warm spring rain; these we expect and brush off with a shrug, “Just wait, tomorrow will be warmer and more blooms will open!”
The season of “promise,” has arrived! The constant refrain running through my thoughts is, “I live!” I have resurrected from the tight coil in which I hold myself throughout the long KY winter. The word “Living,” means so much more than survival… by God’s grace, I live to bear witness, make a mark, an impression, and be an example; to love and be loved.
Though I will live on through countless eternity of springs, those marked by time and timelessness (to me, spring describes Heaven ) for spring is not just a season that governs growth on this earth, but it is the state of my heart and spirit ~ the place where my soul blooms. God is owner of spring; Jesus the Gardner; his Holy Spirit is the pruner and I, their plant, am well tended.
A wonderful promise of Holy God is tucked away in the book of “Song of Solomon.”
Song of Solomon 2: 11-13a ~
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!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Always leaning on His promises!