We made it! It’s 2019. I know I’m late to the party in celebrating the calendar change here on the blog.
With this new season comes a fresh wave of hope and energy for the future. But it also comes with a tension. In Michigan, the whole world is gray, cold, and bare. Winter has a way of gradually coloring my world in dark shades of blue.
So I focus my anticipation on the seeds beneath the snow.
Where do those refreshing flowers come from when spring nears and the white powder still covers the earth? They are so brave and lovely as they boldly pop through the white to declare that warmer weather will soon come to thaw the earth. The sun will return again to warm our faces.
But those flowers can’t be planted or forced into the earth during the cold of winter, their seeds must have been sown back before the snow and chill.
We must plan ahead. Tend the soil and intentionally plant when we can.
Then the job is to simply wait. Hope. Pray.
The seeds can’t be seen or held. They can give no proof that they are even there.
This is where I am today. Praying over the seeds, and the Psalms give words for my heart to hope in.
During this season, the Ladies Bible study at my church is praying through the Psalms alongside the sermon series on the same book.
We read through Psalm 16 together this past Tuesday, and the words from verse 8 have become my focus for the next few weeks:
I have set the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
My calendar may need to #KonMari attention come June, but for now, I know that the Lord is my Center, my Savior, my Strength, my Hope, and my Song. Come what may, my desire is to obey.
And my prayer is for you to feel the same sense of comfort during this season of hibernation and frost. May Christ be the warmth in your soul, and may the Spirit bear His fruit for you to taste and see that He is good.