Sweet Spring

It appears effortless, this changing of the seasons. We open our winter weary eyes, and there it is. Life is returning to us all. The sky is peppered with sweet pastel blossoms and soft purple stars hover over the earth. Spring is here. It seems so easy for her, for earth to make this transformation. But in my deepest places I know it is not. This changing of the seasons is actually grueling. There is an immense amount of trust needed to open our softest, most beautiful parts to the open sky. “Here is the best of me” she seems to be saying. She knows there may be another frost, and that there are pests that may destroy. She opens anyway.

Trust is not easy. It is not a one time resolution that makes the rest of our lives simple. It is a daily, and sometimes minute by minute, decision. It is gritty and tough, and yet yields vulnerability and softness.

I find myself in these places these days. I can relate to the pastel petals, to the unfurling leaves that surrender tender vessels to the sometimes contrary atmosphere. It seems I am being asked to change and yet I find I just want to hide a little longer in winter’s roots. I often dig my heels in, even though my gentle God is asking me to release my fears to him.

So I gaze out my window and sigh. I admire her, this earth that obeys the bidding of her Creator God. He teaches me daily through her and I will try my best to trust Him.  And bloom.

Psalm 143:8 ~”Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.”