The Hope of Spring

I don't know how things are looking in your corner of the world, but here in the South, spring has officially arrived. Flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, and seasonal allergies are exploding.

I don't do well with winter. I have a foot heater under my desk and a throw blanket over the back of my chair to prove it. I'm always cold, and the short, dark days and colorless skies of those frigid months leave me aching for the warmth of spring.

Needless to say, itchy eyes and sneezes aside, I love this time of year. My car may be covered in a perpetual layer of pollen, but the new life popping up all around is so hopeful and happy that it pulls me out of my wintertime funk and makes me hopeful and happy too.

For me, spring is a living proof reminder that however dark and dreary your season of life, the gospel promises bright and beautiful days ahead. If you're in the middle of one of those wintery seasons, hold on to that promise. Spring is coming. It may arrive later than expected, but it will arrive nevertheless. God has promised, and he keeps his promises. Always.

This month, when you see flowers blooming, remember that a seed had to die for the blossom to appear. When you hear birds chirping, remember that they're just now settling in after an extended leave of absence. And when your seasonal allergies explode, stock up on antihistamines and thank the good Lord for modern medicine.

I want you to know that I'm praying for you today. If you have a specific request, please reach out and drop me a note with the details so I can lift you up. Let's cultivate faithfulness together, friend. We're not meant to do it alone.

Until next time, grace and peace.