The Serenity of Spring

Hope when life still feels the harshness of winter

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With the arrival of the vernal equinox, we plunge excitedly into a new season. Shyly, spring enters our world each year as the earth gently births that which was delicately hidden from our sight. This majestic of seasons commences from the humble cover of winter’s respite, unhurriedly, blessing us with the breathtaking beauty of new life.

Right now, I am savoring the unhurried pace of spring’s unfolding. Though my body and spirit feel restless, struggling with sleeplessness, sadness, and a lingering weariness, I feel the gentle hope of spring bringing light to my soul.

For many, the first signs of spring ignite activity, shaking off the quiet solitude of winter, they eagerly embrace the outdoors. Reflecting, we find spring speaks of rebirth, of becoming, a slow awakening from the long winter slumber of preparation. Nature remains unhurried, offering the delights of slow unfolding. We receive spring’s gifting us with plants bravely peeking through once frozen soil, and buds holding the promise of beauty yet unseen and wildlife’s replenishing the earth.

Unruffled, spring becomes at its own pace, the quality of the serene, it reminds us promises are for keeping. The delight in finding the serenity of spring lies in the promise of the Creator; He makes all things new (Revelation 21:1-8). His promise is sure, we not only have His Word, but we behold the promise illustrated in the rebirth of spring each year.

Behold the secret of the serene in each bud, or new sprout, as they promise the “becoming” of new life. Rejoice in the elegance with which spring reveals its beauty, though but a shadow of a greater magnificence yet future.