The sun is rising a little earlier now. Soon I won’t have to wake up in the dark. Soon I’ll be able to do my morning walk in sunlight. Soon I’ll leave the office in full glorious daylight.
Winter is nearly over, although the landscape is still recovering from the cold. There are no leaves on the trees and the rose bushes are bare.
Flower beds are empty, some still covered with winter mulch. Winter is finishing, the sun stays up longer and sometimes we can even see it.
The bare branches are full of birds whose songs seem louder in the stark, brown landscape. And if you know where to look, you can see buds on trees and bushes getting ready to explode with new green leaves and pointed green sprouts in otherwise dead flower beds.
It isn’t quite spring, but it isn’t winter any more and having lived through another long, cold Ballarat (Victorian) winter, I breathe deeply and rejoice—I can’t help it.
There are spiritual advantages to living in the present, appreciating all the beauties of the day we’ve been given. However, I can’t help yearning for what’s ahead—in a week, two weeks, a month or even two months’ time.
In the book of Ecclesiastes there’s a well-known line: ‘There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven’ (Ecclesiastes chapter 3, verse 1). Here the seasons we will face in our lives are clearly identified.
Unlike physical seasons, our life seasons are not limited to only four but include a variety of things including birth and death, planting and uprooting, tearing down and rebuilding, weeping and laughing, mourning and dancing, scattering and gathering, keeping and throwing away, tearing and mending, silencing and speaking, loving and hating, making war and maintaining peace.
Sometimes it’s easy to identify which season we’re in and sometimes it feels like we’re in a number of different seasons at the same time. Some seasons appear to last for a very long time and we wish we could move on.
The world spins on its axis and I spin ahead in hope. More light, more sun, more life.
Faith is built on hope. Whatever your current season, remember spring is coming.
So I dig my fists into my coat, wrap the scarf tighter around my neck, pull down the beanie and walk on, filled with thoughts of spring.