Sure, Spring hasn’t officially arrived yet, but come on… did you get to experience this weather today? I was blessed enough to take Charlie dog on a walk during my lunch break. I was wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt. It was quite delightful. I have my sunroof tilted open to let in fresh air. It’s all quite glorious. The birds are chirping (which is a little irritating at 5am, but I can get over it), trees and flowers are budding, and yes, it’s getting light out longer (thank you daylight savings time). It is Spring in my book.
I have to admit though, I’ve never been a fan of Spring. I’m not into flowers, or bugs, or heat… so Spring just never did it for me. This year however, I’m seeing Spring in a whole new light, possibly because I’m going through my own Spring. I’m emerging from a cold and barren season. All of my senses tell me that season is in the past and that I’m moving towards something new. New things are budding, things that I thought were dead are gaining life, and there’s hope. After all, isn’t that what Spring really is- hope? It’s not actually warm enough for shorts and flip flops, but we do it anyway because of the hope it gives us- that we won’t die in a blizzard. Trees come back to life- hope for shade and fruit in the summer. Easter is the quintessential Spring holiday- the resurrection of Jesus- if that doesn’t scream hope… nothing else will.
So here’s to a season of hope, followed by a season of fruition.