Spring is here…at least it feels like it is, for now.  I cannot tell you how refreshing it is to see the white blossoms on the pear trees flutter in the breeze.  The sun warms my face as I sit soaking up the day.

 Spring is such a wonderful season after the long winter.  The barren tree skeletons reveal the secret they have kept during the cold months…life is flowing.  All is well.  The nourishment of the time of rest is complete and the buds burst forth crying out, “We are not dead.  Resurrection is here!”  This spring I feel as though I could cry out with all creation.  After all, it says in the bible that the rocks and trees will cry out to him if we do not. I have found that each season testifies of his glory.  See if you agree… 

Autumn is the beginning of a season of death.  The leaves in their glorious color fall as if to say watch and see what God can do.  We take notice of the death because it is so beautiful.  Christ crucified.  The crisp air wakes us to the truth…winter is coming.

  The brisk winds and the bleak days confirm that death is upon us.  Dark rushes in as color rushes out.  The tomb is full as angels weep at the death of God.  It is as if creation holds its breath…waiting to see what comes next. 

Suddenly…I love that word.  Suddenly, the warm rains of spring begin the thaw.  Suddenly, all the earth begins to bloom and grow.  Suddenly, Christ arose!  Suddenly, the tomb is empty!  Life comes forth and resurrection power rules the days.  All around, colors explode in vivid detail.  I never knew there were so many different shades of green in the palette of God. 

The warm days of summer are right around the corner.  Fruit is forming as the life flows into the branches again.  Each and every plant pours life out for all to see.  Christ ascends and the Spirit comes.  Fruit ripens and the harvest begins.  Year after year, the cycle continues, because… “I am the same, yesterday, today and forever.”   Once again, God uses the seasons of life to teach lessons about himself.  It is obvious if we have eyes to see.

This year I am celebrating spring.  My hair is still sprouting…I would like it to burst forth but so far, it is still slightly colored fuzz.  My blood is still rising as the increase in life continues.  Flowing through my body is the resurrection power of Christ.  I can feel it and that is an amazing thing!