This year I am ready.

Spring is here! And I am in full-step with the beauty and the blooms and the warm sunshine or refreshing rain.

Why is this a big deal? Well, last spring (our first spring here in our new city), I distinctly remember taking walks in the neighborhood on beautiful afternoons in March and April and feeling like I was carrying around a perpetual winter in my soul. I was sad. I was lonely. I was in a hard place that felt like it was here to stay.
Today, I am so encouraged as I see the beautiful trees in bloom. And when I see the sun shining on green grass and hear birds chirping their hearts out every morning at the break of dawn, I am reminded that seasons of life do indeed change. The fog lifts. The darkness gives way to to light. The birds will find their song again. It is not according to our timetable or the timing of earthly seasons that hearts are relieved of their heaviness. And in truth, much of our circumstances are quite similar to one year ago, YET I have grown in my walk with The Lord. I have put faith to work and have gotten in return, more faith. I have put one foot in front of the other on days I would have rather stayed in bed. I have chosen truth over lies. I have let go of control in so many ways and found life more peaceful and full as I trust God who has all things under His perfect control. I have sowed God’s Word into my heart and have seen that it always brings a harvest. It’s not so much about the tears of sadness or the joy that fills a heart, but the sowing of God’s Word and presence into whatever circumstances I am facing. He is so faithful.

 

PSALM 126
1 When the LORD brought back the captive ones of Zion, We were like those who dream. 2 Then our mouth was filled with laughter And our tongue with joyful shouting; Then they said among the nations, The LORD has done great things for them. 3 The LORD has done great things for us; We are glad. 4 Restore our captivity, O LORD, As the streams in the South. 5 Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. 6 He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.

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