A Touch of Spring

What unexpected warmth and sunshine on this last Saturday of a dreary month! January has hovered unusually over Middle Tennessee with snow and cold, oppressing my spirit with a relentless gloom.


As I sat by the bubbling creek at my favorite park watching the sun cast golden sparks over a cattail-filled marsh, a sense of relief settled over me—the tearing of a thick curtain, the rolling away of a heavy stone. It was as if nature were letting go of winter and preparing for spring, rejoicing as it did the morning Christ rose from death.


There is an appointed time for everything, Solomon said:


A time to weep and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn and a time to dance…

A time to search and a time to give up as lost;

A time to keep and a time to throw away.


This open-the-windows of a day seemed to add its own conclusion to his poem:


A time to hold on and a time to let go.


Even if winter returns, if more snow drops from the sky and clouds cover the sun for another month, today’s beauty reminds me that spring is coming. It’s physical evidence of a spiritual truth: For every sorrow, love, disappointment or happiness of a past season released into the Father’s hands, something redemptive is waiting in its place.


The resurrection life of Christ floods every tomb-like place in the hearts of His followers, if we only dare to let go of the darkness.



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