THE PROMISE OF THE SLEEPING EARTH
This afternoon as I took my walk, I looked around at the small little areas of snow, the flowerless gardens and bushes, the sleeping grass, and the bare branches of the many trees I passed. And I thought, be patient, for this too shall pass.
In a few short weeks, we will be changing our clocks, springing forward an hour, an hour that will allow me to enjoy my walk a little longer. Time to enjoy the subtle changes that will catch my eye around each corner. Although I wish I could speed up time, I know the importance of perfect timing; His timing, not mine.
In my mind, I can picture the first flower of spring poking its little head out of the waking earth, ready to greet the warm sun and bring joy to all who gaze at it.
Every time I think of the beauty of the first flowers of spring, the buds of the waiting green leaves on trees, and the sweetness of the aroma in the air, I am reminded that spring is a new start, a rebirth, and a symbol of hope.
When the earth is ready to be the background for all the vibrant colors swaying in the breeze, the one walking and admiring, will know the true meaning of starting over. The beauty of spring reminds us of the Man who loves us more than we could ever imagine.
However, the season of winter is still all around us, with its cold winds, snow and sleet, coats, boots, scarves, and gloves. Leaving the ground and buds waiting patiently to begin their journey.
To everything, there is a season and a time for every purpose under the sun.