“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.”
I really wanted to title this post “Spring is in the air”, but just a few days ago, in true Indiana weather fashion, about four inches of snow fell and today, just south of us, several more inches have fallen. We haven’t seen so much as a flurry on this cold and dreary day, but there are still a few lingering spots of white among the acres of dormant grass. It is March though, and for me, March always bring with it not only a roller coaster of weather, but HOPE.
There is a heaviness I feel throughout the winter. Especially January and February, once the holidays are over and the long, cold winter still has us under it’s thumb. The days are short. The light is sparse. It is the season I have endured the most loss. Fresh air that doesn’t sting your lungs is hard to come by and on those rare days of milder temperatures, you have to breathe all of it in that you can.
Having animals in the barn has been a saving grace these past few winters. They have to be fed and watered and cared for even in knee deep snow and negative wind chills. They have forced me to keep moving during those long months, doing purposeful work that is both gratifying and invigorating, despite the frigid temperatures. They have been my reason on more than one occasion, as I’m closing the pasture gate, to look up at the heavens on a pitch black night, lit by only the moon and the stars and they have been my reason to feel that glorious sun on my face in the mornings as I’m letting them back out to graze for the day, so that they too can be warmed by the sun.
But now, it’s March, almost April, and I feel like a bear that is ready to stretch after a long winter’s slumber. My soul is yearning for warmer temperatures. It is yearning to shake off that heavy blanket of winter. I am anxiously awaiting all of the LIFE that Spring brings with it. The redbud and magnolia trees in full bloom. The tulips in all of their glory. I cannot wait for GREEN grass that needs mowed! Bare feet and dirty hands. Fresh lettuce from the garden. Tractors planting beans and corn in the fields. Opening the windows and opening our lungs to that fresh Spring air. Opening day of baseball season for my boy and for the Cubs. Cooking over the fire in the woods as the kids run around and play. Drinking coffee on the porch and listening to the birds.
Spring is about rebirth and renewal. It is a reminder that after death, there is LIFE and life abundant. It is the season where we focus on and soulfully contemplate Jesus suffering and dying on the cross so that we may spend eternity in Heaven. It is the season that we celebrate his glorious resurrection. THAT is the HOPE that Spring always brings with it. So while the temperatures may not feel very Spring like, hope is very much in the air. It is that hope, that promise, that sustains me, carries me through the dark days of winter, into the light.
As always, thanks for reading.