At this moment, spring is about 13 hours away. I’m writing at 6:13 am Tuesday.
But, after 13 hours I’ll still be waiting for spring to look like spring. What I’m seeing with the naked eye right now is snowdrops and robins, a mixed message.
It can be the same within our life circumstances. We may have the hope of spring, but personal situations crowd in on the green. We see things that blind us.
The first day of spring, March 20 marks the vernal equinox, a balance of daylight and darkness. The meaning of my name . . . (spring green). Like my name, most days I feel daylight, but often darkness blocks the light.
This week I have spoken to more than a few dealing with a winter time in their life. Cancer, loss of a loved one, financial hardship, shattered family. The time we need “spring” to come into our spirit. Somehow.
The word hope means a favorable and confident expectation. It has to do with the unseen.
Outside of my morning room, I can’t see spring but I know it’s hidden somewhere in the naked branch . . . nestled dormant in earth until the time comes for it to make an appearance. There is a bud within a tree.
Christ in you, the hope of glory. Colossians 1:27
God is as constant as the seasons He has created.
Spring is a season of hope. It reminds us the winter in our hearts won’t last forever. There is promise of new beginning. So may we choose hope. Not a finger-crossing hope, but one that remains steadfast to believe with expectation.
To see further than our eye.
Because of the Lord Jesus and His resurrection hope is all around us.
This week, let’s do a hope search . . . together.