The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing of birds has come,
And the voice of the [bullfrog] is heard [in every roadside ditch] in our land.(Song of Solomon 2:12)
—LS
Spring is taking its sweet time this year—still pretty shivery out! But the birds are singing their hearts out–I love that! The salmonberry are a little behind but I spotted this bloom while out walking yesterday…Next week will be our Easter Break so maybe I’ll get out and turn some earth in hope of warmer days coming. Gardening is such a faith thing, resting on the promise of God that “while the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.” Gen.8:22
Tag: spring
New!
Until summer comes, spring is decidedly my favorite season. I love to watch new life emerge.
This pussy’s having a bad hair day, but her transformation’s not complete.
The forsythia dances into spring more gracefully…
and the freshly hatched bugs take notice!
Here’s Miss Lilac-to-be:
and the wrinkles of a newborn alder leaf…
Best of all, the sun has appeared to a background chorus of robin chirp and frogs playing bass. It is good to be alive on such a day—reminded of the promise of a whole new life yet to come!
“[God] will dwell with them, and they will be His people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away…”BEHOLD I AM MAKING ALL THINGS NEW.”– Rev.21:3-5
—LS
Anticipation
“I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious time ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens…” —Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase of Rom.8:18-21
And every springtime we get to practice the anticipation of life coming from death, beauty from drabness, warmth from chill…
On rainy afternoons such as today’s it’s hard to imagine summer sun, but there are hints of spring underway all about the yard…
In the coy beauty of a prim bud…
and the rain-drop ornaments of lupine leaf…
Spring is on the way! Resurrection life is no false hope.