I love Spring. It is my second favorite season. (Summer is only ahead because it is consistently warm and I HATE cold) But why do I love the Spring when the weather is still unpredictable and there is a lot of rain? I think it is because of what it represents and because of what it foretells. The promise of new life and new beginnings. I think I like Spring for the same reason that the dawn is my favorite time of day. Fresh starts!
Fresh starts would not be needed if this was a perfect world. But it is not even close. Every day I mess up in multiple ways and I always love the idea of starting over….of getting it right. There is a problem with this kind of thinking, however. I may start over but I will never be completely perfect or right…..at least not this side of eternity. When I was younger I would delude myself. I thought that there would always be time and energy to accomplish anything and everything I wanted to do. But now I am older….and I suppose a little wiser. Anyway, I realize that, though I need to strive for excellence, there are some things I will never do as well as I would like, and there are some things I will never do at all.
But I also realize that there is an order and beauty to this world that hints of another realm. Once, there was perfection and all was good. And someday, that will be true again. I am looking forward to that day when, in God’s presence, there will be fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore. Endless adventure ahead.
In the meantime, I will still enjoy spring blossoms. They are a reminder of all that is beautiful. And Easter is coming, a reminder of the historical, well documented resurrection of my Savior. He rose and promised I would also. New life! A glimpse of a future but promised world.
I know that my Redeemer lives…..and that makes the physical and spiritual winters of this world bearable.
