Spring in Minnesota can feel more brutal than winter. Because we are all longing for warmth and sunshine, but April has an average snowfall more than four times that of October! Brutal, indeed.
I have observed decades of seasons, and every single winter has been followed by a spring. Why can the fickleness of April suck me into despair? Why do I let go of hope?
Or maybe I’m not letting go of hope, or certainty, even, that spring will come—I despair over how long it will take to arrive. New life is sure to arise, and early signs are already here. Still I am impatient with process and waiting.
This is true in my own heart as well. I want to see change and new growth. I want the full sunshine and warmth of summer, but there are still bare branches and last autumn’s leaves lingering on the ground.
If I look for them, however, signs and promises of spring are all around. The rhythm of the seasons is consistent, but not precise. Just like our God—constant, but not predictable.
Thought my eyes cannot see it yet, my heart knows the truth: Brown leaves and grasses will give way to green.
Bare branches will be covered in beauty.
Life wins out in the end.
Beauty Challenge: What messages does the beauty of spring bring to your heart? Ask the Holy Spirit to highlight the specific beauty and the specific message Jesus has for you this week. Share in the comments what you see and hear.