Sometimes I ask myself why I live in the Midwest where we have long, cold, somewhat depressing winters. But then, every year without fail, no matter how harsh the weather was, winter ends and spring comes.
What a beautiful allegory for life. A tangible reminder I need every single year. That after the death of winter, spring comes and brings new life, new growth, new healing. The dead trees begin to bud and leaves return to the dry, barren branches. Flowers peak out, bringing beauty back to the colorless ground.
In the winters of my life, God always brings the spring. The rain storms may be fierce, but they prepare the ground for the flowers.
Spring is coming, spring is here, and spring will come again.
