Spring is on the way. Have you seen the signs yet where you live? Sunday afternoon I enjoyed a walk on the island of Coronado. Blue skies, warm sun, and riots of flowers. Color bursts and blooms everywhere, announcing the end of winter is near.
We actually skate through a mild winter here, but still, trees lose leaves and bushes sit waiting to show their colors. How unappealing would nature be if the old didn’t die and decay? Trees wouldn’t have room for buds. The shine of new growth would be lost in the tangle of lackluster vegetation. We can be thankful that last year’s flowers are long gone, and now the stage is set to show off fresh life.
The season of renewal is here. What makes it so welcome is the wait. The barren winter lasts awhile, long enough to make us yearn for spring. If leaves fluttered to the ground one day and new green appeared the next, we wouldn’t realize how grateful we should be when the branches sprout anew. If blooms showed off their beauty year-round, we wouldn’t know the longing for them, the anticipation.
It’s the same in our lives, isn’t it? Waiting can be so tough. Waiting can last long. Barren seasons drag on. But new life will come. Winter doesn’t last. Spring always follows. And spring is so much sweeter because we’ve survived the winter.