Good morning, God. When I go through a hard winter, I never wonder if spring will fail to come. I know it will come. That is the nature of seasons—spring follows winter every time. It never fails (even though some years we have our doubts). I know that Your nature is even more dependable. Your love and Your grace will always be there. Your answers always follow my prayers. I can trust You. I give my heart to You and know You will keep it safe. Your love is more constant than the seasons.
You own the day, you own the night; you put stars and sun in place. You laid out the four corners of earth, shaped the seasons of summer and winter.
Psalm 74:16–17 MSG
This winter had been an unusually long one. Seven inches of snow on April 19, four on the 23rd, four more May 3. It hasn’t been a record-setting winter but it has challenged we Minnesotans who have been indoors since October to keep believing. Will we ever need pedicures again?
I knew that Spring would come. But the timing was tricky. Easter dresses were worn with winter coats and (horror of horror) sandals with wool socks. We had snow ice cream with our peeps. And tricked out cute little dogs with Easter bonnets and matching insulated snow booties.
One woman at church told me her kids were asking to put the Christmas tree up for Arbor Day. Oh ye’ of little faith.
Spring always follows Winter. There is always the budding out of trees, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the eye-swelling pollen (to make it even more real). I have lived long enough now to know that season follows season without fail. I don’t have to spend time worrying about it.
Faith in God is eerily similar. We know He is there. We know His answers will come. We know the sunshine of His love will warm us after a cold winter of trial. But we grow tired of waiting. Those with little faith start doubting He will show up at all. We want tulips and redbuds and daffodils and we want them now.
And if all we get is more spiritual snow, we lose faith. We turn to fake messages as fast as Snookie bakes on a fake tan. We grow as cold as International Falls in January.
This year I am going for Spring faith. Whether my spiritual winter is short or agonizingly long, I will trust in God’s timing. It is perfect. He’s never skipped out yet and He never will. He is faithful season after season without fail.
We threw open the windows today and rejoiced in the soft Spring breezes and fragile green buds (and the invention of Zertec) that have finally shown up. Spring has come at last. Hallelujah!
Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone. The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birds has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 NLT