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.
Usually, when we talk about abiding in Christ, we talk about all the things that we do. Those things are important—we can and should do everything we can to abide in Jesus day in and day out—but here lately, God has been reminding me of how much he does to help us abide. He does it for our good and for his glory. Because when we abide in Christ, we can't help but bear good, ripe fruit. Lots of it. And when our lives are both abundant and fruitful, we glorify him.
Back when my girls were in preschool, I was overwhelmed and struggling to keep up. It was my job to encourage others to read and understand Scripture, but in my personal life I could hardly manage to find time to read the Bible for myself, which made me feel like the biggest phony ever. Something had to give, and that’s when Muscadine Press was born.