Originally published Tuesday, 05 April 2022.
It was one of those days in which the rain kept coming.
I stood behind my church’s connection desk and watched as one of the greeter’s hair soared straight into the air, as the wind swirled and ruffled it to and fro. The drear and drizzle continued throughout most of the afternoon. It was the first day of Daylight Savings Time, and the weather seemed to remind me of how sleepy I really was and that caffeine was not a strong enough remedy for my tired body.
I took a nap in an attempt to satiate my body’s need for rest, and upon waking up, I spotted the most glorious sunbeams pouring in through the bay window. They flickered in and out of the clouds, and when I finally made it alfresco to let the dogs out, the sun stuck. Golden rays of sun created a spotlight on the newly bloomed flowers. The flowers, in saturated hues of yellow, purple, and pink, reminded me of glimmers of hope. Hope in which I so desperately need reminding of today.
And then there are moments like today: I saw a physical reminder of hope coming. Flowers. So simple, yet striking. God knew I needed this physical reminder of His goodness.
Hosea 6:3 says, “Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.”
Spring is coming. I saw that hope today in the form of a dewy daffodil. Hope is coming. His name is Jesus.
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Readers, What are you looking forward to seeing happen as spring arrives?