So, I’m sitting in my dad’s comfy recliner, watching a movie. It’s almost midnight and I’ve spent the last 40 minutes our so typing on my sister’s new computer. She recently purchased a Macbook Air and it is SLICK! Around this time of year, my family gets crazy busy. The sis is gearing up for final exams and papers and all that jazz, my folks are working their normal schedule plus working hard to get Safehouse Summer camp all worked out. It’s all very exciting!
Spring is officially here, the Indians are playing baseball again, the Cavs have clinched a playoff spot and I saw a commercial yesterday for official NFL draft hats. I love Spring time because the jackets come up, the sleeves get shorter, the light stays in the sky longer and the feeling in your heart starts to reflect the weather.
Weird how that happens, isn’t it? When I look outside and I see green, I see color, I feel warmth I feel…more alive. What it is about Spring time that does that to us? I was talking to a parent of a friend of mine just a couple of weeks ago and she was talking about how her mood is effected by the weather. When it is grey, she is grey. When it is cold and rainy, she feels down. I never thought that was something I had to worry about, until I saw the green, and the sunshine and the blue sky and I felt happier.
It’s strange that I didn’t realize the bad weather was effecting me until I saw how the good weather effected me in the opposite way.
Of course, I think this really has a lot to do with our souls. I think we all go through times of “winter” seasons in our lives, when the clouds cover the sun and the rain falls. We feel…cold and dark. But then, just as it always gets darker right before the sun starts to break over the horizon, we can hope that Spring will come.
When Spring comes, the flowers have reason to begin their push to color the world again. The sun starts to call out the leaves from their hiding places somewhere deep within the trees and the grass wins out over the snow, mud and slush from a cold, hard winter. Where is it that the flowers come from? When they begin their journey upward, they have to start somewhere and I love how God made it so they start from such a place as: the dirt. What was just weeks before cold, hard and frozen is now the place that gives birth to beauty and life.
Whenever I think about flowers breaking through the dirt, I get encouraged about my own dirt. The things that try to bury me. I feel refreshed and thrilled that even if there is dirt, I can break though. Reach out towards the Son of God and be pulled from the dirt and create a beautiful example of God’s amazing grace.
As this Spring gears into full swing, think about the stuff that the Son wants to pull you from. Be encouraged that this is a time for new life to be reborn. And that’s true for you as well.