Yesterday was a beautiful first day of spring. The bright sunshine belied the fact that we may get some snow this weekend. Ah yes, spring is a fickle time of year for sure! By this time of year, everyone is ready for the cold, gray days of winter to give way to the bright colors of spring. We are ready to listen to the happy chirping of birds and to enjoy the fresh smell of spring that is somehow in the air. Snow is not something that we look forward to when everything in us is longing for warmth and for open windows and walks in the great outdoors.
I’ve become used to looking outside and seeing our brown flower beds. They are full of faded mulch and the ugly stubs of once pretty flowers. I didn’t get the dwarf crepe myrtles trimmed back last fall, so those tall dead limbs stick up as a constant reminder that they have had no visible life for several months. Crunchy dried leaves are piled among the straggly remnants of last year’s growth. Almost everything is dusty and crunchy, a drab brown and gray palette that does nothing for the senses. It’s a scenery that is a reminder of what has been……….of what once was………. but now of uselessness and decay and death.
Yet as I drove to an appointment, I saw what looked like the beginnings of buds on some trees. I saw some pale yellow daffodils blooming beside some one’s house. Later, at home, I went out with our Great Dane and while he explored the yard, I decided to do a little exploring of my own in one of the flower beds. I bent over and looked closely. Then I gently moved aside some of the dry and faded mulch. And there, under the all the dullness of the mulch and the dirt, I found the tender green shoots of our garden phlox poking through the soil. Behind me, as I searched some more, I found the young sprouts of our tiger lilies coming out. Jackson and I walked to the front yard, and there as I did some more gentle digging I found the fresh green of my salvia showing among the dead growth of last summer. In the corner of that flower bed, without any digging needed, was the unmistakable soft and fuzzy newness of my lamb’s ear. From a distance, the scenery was still dull and lifeless. But when I took the time to look, I could see the beginnings of new life. I could see the hope of a beautiful spring starting to emerge from the seemingly lifeless ground.
My journey on this earth is full of ups and downs………..the seasons of life shift and change as time goes on. There are seasons of growth, seasons of calmness, seasons of joy……….and then there are those seasons when I feel a chill in the air, seasons of storms when the sun is hidden, and seasons when I feel that around me I only see the fading of what was. The drabness of my current sad situation threatens to overtake my vision. Looking out the window of my life only reveals a dusty mess. We all have these seasons of life. Sometimes the seasons change suddenly. In a flash, we go from happiness to despair. At other times the shifting is more subtle. Days and months flow by, and we begin to slowly realize that life has altered and there seems to be no way to get things around us back to the growing, thriving standard that we once knew.
I know that in the dreary days of winter, my perennials in the flower beds around our house are safe underground. They are alive, though not seen, and they are being fed by the moisture that comes. Even the cold, harsh snow will give them the sustenance they need in order to survive. So it is in my life…….in your life…….as we follow Christ. The seasons where we only see gloom and coldness are really the times that we have an opportunity to rest under the care of our heavenly Father. Let Him nourish us with His Word, with how He speaks to us in the listless times through the Holy Spirit, and how He uses friends to encourage and lift us up. The reasons for our dark times don’t even always need to be understood or explained. Many times, God just wants us to be still and to let Him work as we lay buried in Him.
Then one day without even digging, we will see the sweet evidence of growth. New shoots will be emerging from the gloom of our lives…………shoots of hope, of joy, of peace………the fruit of many lessons learned. Isaiah may have been talking about the millennial kingdom in Isaiah 61:11, but I believe we can claim these verses for our lives as well: “For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes the things sown in it to spring up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring up before all the nations.”
Just as sure as I know that my garden phlox and salvia and lamb’s ear will return, so I know that God will cause His righteousness to prevail and His praise to spring up in my heart once again. No matter what stress and change and disappointment we face, we can know for certain that God has a season of growth ahead for us………a season of beauty……….a beautiful spring up ahead.
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Written several years ago: The seasons where we only see gloom and coldness are really the times that we have an opportunity to rest under the care of our heavenly Father.