Spring comes late to us here living 8,000 feet above sea level. For months I’ve watched my Instagram feed become vibrant with flowers blooming, trees budding, and grass that is actually green. Snow storms, frigid mornings, howling winds. These are the norm as the bleak winter days slowly march on. And I’m over here wearing the same sweater I’ve had on since Christmas, waiting for a shift in the weather patterns, the change – ever so slight – that will let me know these winter months won’t last forever.
We were in Florida for spring break, California for Thanksgiving. At least once a winter I try to escape the snow and cold and let my parched skin soak up a little extra vitamin D. But as much as I love the beach and the sunshine I keep coming back to Colorado. The rhythm of each season gradually morphing into the next is a soothing drumbeat for my soul. The heat of summer must give way to the crispness of fall, blankets of winter snow should always follow the autumn colors, and then year after year we witness the magic of watching winter melt into spring. The cycle of the year does not seem complete without each season, beautiful in its own time. And the rhythm our soul is not complete without it’s own cycle of seasons.
Our world is always moving. The sun never stands still, the planet never stops spinning, life never stagnates. That is the nature of life. It is continually shifting, constantly changing. No matter how dead the grass looks, no matter how deeply buried the ground is in snow, no matter how barren the naked trees blowing in the cold wind. If it is alive it will grow.
If you are alive, you will grow.
I know, it can feel like life gets stuck sometimes. Like we’ve fallen into a rut and no amount of crawling and clawing can get us out. Every moment we see another person run past us, driven and accomplished and full of purpose and passion. How is that they have their life together, while we’re here in the ditch day after day? How is it that no matter what we do – the motivational talks we give ourselves, the new disciplines we try to implement, the schedules we create, the old habits we try to break – we are still here?
Sometimes it feels like no matter the change happening outside our window our souls remain in an eternal winter.
But remember this: change is always a possibility because growth is inevitable for every living thing. Write it on your hand, tell it to yourself every morning, preach the gospel to your parched and hardened soul over and over again until you believe.
There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears…Anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! – Philippians 1:6 & 2 Corinthians 5:17 (MSG)
The sun was pushing its way through the overcast sky as I stepped outside this morning. Tiny splashes of green were everywhere I looked. I inhaled the fresh smell of damp soil, of earth being churned up and life starting anew. Winter will always be worth the wait because at the end of it, after all the world feels dead, a green bud will poke its head through the ground and declare that all is not lost. It was not stuck, nor was it abandoned in the dark after all. It was just biding its time to be reborn.