Entry Two

A midst flows over the iced lake. Everything in the world around is covered in a blanket of snow. Picturesque and harsh. Alive and frozen.

The bright sun begins to rise forth and break across the land. Small drops fall from long icicles. A whisper rings out, “Spring is coming.”

Yes, a great amount a time may still pass before the first seedling breaks forth, but the coming will not be stopped. No matter how deep, long, and hard the current state of winter may be, winter will not hold forever.

I start seeds inside every spring. When those small green seedlings burst forth, the sight fills me with a joyful hope. Every year I look forward. Some years, I almost long.

A bird sings outside the window in the morning waking the sleeper. The song might come at an hour one would rather push back, but the song comes. Rains fall as well, but new growth emerges. The seasons change. This means another fall and winter will come in their time and place, but not today. Today, spring is coming.

The faithfulness of God is the same in every season, so there is hope in every season. And as the newness lifts all around, I smile in the truth that throughout the world around and the places inside of me spring is coming.