Every season has its purpose and beauty…but this year, Spring feels especially needed. I’ve been walking around the last few mornings with eyes open to the new life breaking through Winter’s last marks on the earth. In every blossom, in every hopeful bird-song – in every transformation, in every stretch of green, in every sweet-winged butterfly – my heart echoes back that verse I’ve been holding close…’He is the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not’! I needed to see Him anew, to find joy in His beauty…and so out I went, camera in hand.
When we look for Him, won’t we find Him?
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it…Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth.
Can we be brave, like these tiny blossoms, and keep growing where He has rooted us? Aren’t we planted, always, in His life-giving grace?
Hope is tangible in this new life we see, in the turn of the earth into a new season…I need this promise that I, too, am ever-transforming to reflect His glory and becoming His image-bearer when my roots are stretching deep into His word and His power.
If anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
He has clothed us with garments of salvation and arrayed us in a robe of His righteousness!
Here, in His creation, I see Him. I see His artistry. I see His loving hand. He fills me with wonder…and I find myself longing even more for His presence.
One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple.
Is the Spring a preview, a foreshadowing, a glimpse of the unimaginable glory awaiting us in His kingdom?
For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations.
I wandered through a little park on this drizzly morning and ended up in the old cemetery next to it. Maybe it seems strange to find Spring among the tombstones…but in the vines and the bright flowers- in remembrance of generations gone by — I remember the angel’s declaration – He is not here; He has risen! Yes, there is more than the age-worn stones and the past in that little cemetery…more than what meets the eye…because it is death that will be destroyed and the curse that will be no more. And this is our hope and our promise. This is everyday-Easter. This is the voice of Jesus coming through in the winter, in the night, in the wait –
“I am the Resurrection and the Life.”
And in the meantime?
We wait – we grow – we rest – we hope, always, in His love. After all, we too are a part of this great Creation reflecting Him. We, too, can speak a story of change to a world weary of winter – …because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ!
And we listen to the whisper of all this beauty that reminds me of the key to it all, wonderful words from our Savior –
Abide in Me.
Remain in Me, as I also remain in you…I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in Me, and I in you, you will bear much fruit…this is to My Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples. As the Father has loved Me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.