I love this time of year, when everything is poised to burst. New birth is in the air. We feel it in our spirits. See it rising before our eyes. Within us joy flutters, sensing color is on its way back into the world.
Hope stirs in seasons that cannot be contained. God’s Glory all around: trees budding, bulbs bursting, meadowlarks singing, robins worming. Evidence of resurrection from the dark of winter’s cold.
He is the Creator. The Animator. The Sower. The Grower. He is the Caller of the green to rise. In His time, in His will, He calls us each to bloom. To fruit. To the purpose for which we are called.
It’s not about us—our life or strength, nor our ability to grow.
It’s about the seed He gave to us, that He’s asking us to sow.
It’s not about how much we have, or living without a care.
It’s all about His love and grace, He’s asking us to share.
So look up. Look around. Listen. Believe. Beautiful things are coming indeed.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. ~ Psalm 19:1