To say I’ve been anxious for spring is an understatement.
For weeks I waited for the thaw in a bit of an agitated state.
It wasn’t coming fast enough. It wasn’t turning warm enough. The birds weren’t heralding LOUD enough.
Could everyone in feathers just herald a little louder, please???
The arrival of Spring should be this delightful exhale, a shaking off of all that is winter. Rebirth at it’s finest. Uplifting.
And instead, hoping for its arrival was making me impatient and short-fused and agitated and moody.
And Spring here in Ontario is never a soft, sure, definite process anyway. It strolls in one day looking promising, then teases us with dismal flurries scattered around till May… this does not help my state of mind.
Or is it a state of heart?
Ask any believer the significance of Spring, and one word stands out above all the others.
It’s Spring’s perfect hashtag.
It’s kind of overused, and made very cliché, and yet it’s so vital.
And it’s what my restless heart had forgotten.
In the physical, and in the mental, and in the spiritual, Hope becomes our new “thing” when Spring returns for another year.
In the physical world, we watch for those first hopeful blooms, shoots of green reaching for the sun, spiking out of the dirt to life once again. The thought makes us giddy. Buds forming on trees, water gurgles and puddles instead of freezing, and birds return in droves to bud into new families.
The actual earth sings with new life and hope.
And in our mental/emotional make-up, Spring brings longer, richer, light. Sun and warmer air and spirits rise and we hermits emerge from our winter hibernation to talk once again to neighbors in driveways, and soak in the lifted moods and our spirits perk up with the outdoors coming to life.
For the one with a seasonal affective disorder, this is release.
Spring brings Hope in the form of release.
But in all the impatience for Spring, I’d forgotten that Hope is now.But in all the impatience for Spring, I'd forgotten that Hope is now. Click To Tweet
We never have to wait for Hope, or Easter traditions, or Good Friday gatherings. It doesn’t grow stronger in the season’s sun, it’s not like this is the time of year it gathers momentum.
Hope is right now. Mid-winter. Summer’s end. Good days. Awful days. Any day. Hope is always ours.
Hope is ours right in this moment. It does not sleep with the first snow. It does not dwindle with darkness. It does not run at the first sign of trouble.
Hope is ours at all times.
Hope is undefeatable.
Let me say that again. Hope is undefeatable.
And Hope’s name is Christ.
He brings a hope we need, not just for the life to come, but for the life we’re in for now. He is why we have a holy hope that we’re never forgotten, but always now a part of our Father’s heart.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” — 1 Peter 1:3 (NIV)
Hope is what’s wrapped up in the words of a carpenter King as He speaks to the masses about eternal life.
Hope is what was poured out with every touch and the holy lips that said, “Go, your faith has made you well!”
Hope is what’s sitting in the temple revealing God’s truth and drawing people close without pretense, and revealing new law that sets free and grants true life.
Hope was what was laid in a cave behind a massive stone, and is what emerged three days later, victorious and accessible for any who believed.
And Hope stands at the Father’s hand, our glorious propitiation, the living resurrected physical lens God sees us as white as snow with, our bridge to the throne room, the conduit for God truly with us.
Hope is always NOW. It is living. It is ready.Hope is always NOW. It is living. It is ready! Click To Tweet
It is Him.
My heart releases its restlessness and makes room then for more and more of Him. I breathe and remember that His hope is eternal, always available, ready to aid the wobbly hearted like myself some days.
And makes me want to extend to all of you, this:
“I pray that God, the source of Hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in Him.
Then you will overflow with Confident Hope through the power
of the Holy Spirit.
Better than grass greening, better than brighter sun, better than warm breezes, is Christ. The heart of real Hope.
Overflowing. Complete. Ours.
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