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Here's The Thing
It’s only the beginning of February and I’m already pining for spring.
Last week brought warm temperatures of 64 degrees. Where I live, 64 degrees in February is a teaser and is fuel for the imagination as I look forward to spring.
Imagination can take a break when it’s that warm.
This week is colder, but the reality of the cold has taken awhile to catch up to me! This afternoon I made a cup of hot tea and decided to go out onto the patio to drink it. I wanted to look at our sleepy dormant little garden surrounding the patio, dream of spring green, and make plans for when the earth’s dirt is warm again. I watched the birds at the feeder which Mike so graciously fills for our feathered friends. As my hands got colder even as I clasped them around my steaming cup of tea, the fact of cold dormancy settled in. I decided to go inside and build a fire in our fireplace.
For everything there is a season.
This season of cold is also a season of longing, waiting and remembering. It’s a season of patience, and endurance, while waiting for change; early green, thaw and then the warmth and scents of spring.
For now I content myself on inside warmth and wait with the hope that keeps me longing for what I know is to come. There will be green again. There will be pinks, yellows, oranges, reds and lilacs; a feast for the eyes and all the senses. The elation is easy to recall…and I wonder, shouldn’t my sure hope of heaven where my Lord is, reflect even more desire and longing?
Romans 8:24
For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.
It’s only the beginning of February and I’m already pining for spring.
Last week brought warm temperatures of 64 degrees. Where I live, 64 degrees in February is a teaser and is fuel for the imagination as I look forward to spring.
Imagination can take a break when it’s that warm.
This week is colder, but the reality of the cold has taken awhile to catch up to me! This afternoon I made a cup of hot tea and decided to go out onto the patio to drink it. I wanted to look at our sleepy dormant little garden surrounding the patio, dream of spring green, and make plans for when the earth’s dirt is warm again. I watched the birds at the feeder which Mike so graciously fills for our feathered friends. As my hands got colder even as I clasped them around my steaming cup of tea, the fact of cold dormancy settled in. I decided to go inside and build a fire in our fireplace.
For everything there is a season.
This season of cold is also a season of longing, waiting and remembering. It’s a season of patience, and endurance, while waiting for change; early green, thaw and then the warmth and scents of spring.
For now I content myself on inside warmth and wait with the hope that keeps me longing for what I know is to come. There will be green again. There will be pinks, yellows, oranges, reds and lilacs; a feast for the eyes and all the senses. The elation is easy to recall…and I wonder, shouldn’t my sure hope of heaven where my Lord is, reflect even more desire and longing?
Romans 8:24
For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.
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I'm looking forward to the flowers, too:)