This week has been a delightful reminder of seasonal rhythms...spring follows winter - always.
As I get closer to Easter, I am pondering the impact of the resurrection in my daily life.
Pondering the resurrection opens my eyes to signs of life at the end of winter:Henry Blackaby in Experiencing the Resurrection (2008)
life peeking out from the matted earth
buds intact after snows and winds
water coursing through barrenness
As I wait for answers to prayers,
fulfillment of dreams,
and so much more that my heart whispers, I sing:
God, the one and only -
I'll wait as long as he says;
Everything I need comes from him, so why not?
He's solid rock under my feet,
breathing room for my soul,
an impregnable castle:
I'm set for life...
Everything I hope for comes from him...
Psalm 62 (The Message)