Seasons

Change is coming at our house. Nothing major. We're not moving, we're hoping no one else is dying, school is in session, we're going to the same church, kids are involved in the same things and mostly (as a kid can be in late January) healthy. And yet...

It feels as though spring might by springing.

Not in the literal sense. I've been along time fan of Nichole Nordeman, and she has a song called Every Season that talks about the seasons we go through in life and as believers. I first heard the song when I was a junior in high school and it has stayed with me since. A reminder that no matter what we are walking through it is but temporary and something else is on it's way.

After almost a year of what has felt like winter, it feels as though the sun is starting to burst forth it's light and tips of green are springing from the frost bitten dirt. Instead of burying ourselves in protective coats we're throwing on flip flops and flinging open the windows.

The Lord is making himself known and felt in our home again. Not that he ceased to while we were in our winter season, but it felt a bit more as grasping at straws. Even though I know and trust we were in His hand and will the whole time, it felt as though we were surviving on bread crumbs, spiritual nuggets and insights that would occasionally pass through the haze into our hearts.

Now it feels as though we're in sort of a spiritual awakening again. Every promise a new revelation and reminder, each realization of neglected sin grieved over, acts of service bringing joy, and the Word constantly being delighted and amazed over.

I'm grateful for the Lord making His presence KNOWN and FELT once more, and for cleaning house in what's been neglected while we grieved. Not that we don't still have hard times and days, but instead of questioning the Lord's promises and intentions we're resting in them amidst confusion and trusting in the hope we have.

Spring has Sprung.