Spring Brings A Fresh Perspective
Spring is my favorite season, a reminder of God’s everlasting care for His creation (that includes you and me!)
“In the beginning, God created the heaven and earth. ” Genesis 1:1 Click here for more verses about God’s creation.
It’s a happy time. Birds appear from nowhere to build nests; butterflies search for the tiniest flowers. Animals attack new blades of tender grass as we would a plate of chocolates.
And yet, too often our present pain can overshadow the splendor of spring.
I recall a spring day when I unloaded my heavy heart. “Little Robin, I’m almost mad at you for being so happy! Can’t you see my heart is breaking as you strut proudly singing? Some would say you’re here to cheer me up. Well, sorry little birdie, it’s not working!”
Feeling overwhelmed as a woman, mother, caregiver, or friend, is inevitable.
As Mother lay in a hospital, I wondered if each day would be her last. Her window opened to beautiful, flower-laden lawns filled with cheerful little robins. My feelings stormed inside; I wanted to chase the birds away, to cry, to scream, to do something to let the world know my heart was breaking.
Yet it was that very image that gave me hope.
From childhood to now, my fondest memories of Mother included nature. Thoughts of our rejoicing in God’s creation refreshed my weary soul. As I pondered the joys we had on our many spring excursions, I felt a sense of peace. Mother relished every moment outside in the spring. “Smell the air” she would say. “Look at the colors! Susie, never lose sight of what God has given us!”
“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither has entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9
Bringing spring to those who cannot get outside.
Recently, it seemed I had walked into a spring garden instead of a care facility. Every room was filled with colorful flower cutouts. Bright ribbons adorned pictures and bows accented the lamps. I was told they celebrate each month with all the vigor they can muster. “Not one of us, after all, is promised a tomorrow! We simply must do all we can do today to celebrate the goodness of God.” Wow! That profound comment was food for thought!
I recall holidays when we were caring for Mother. We hurriedly put out an appropriate card and flower of some sort as holidays came and went and seasons changed. I may have even decorated a cupcake or two. But, to celebrate each day like this? No, not at all.
Who needs a touch of God’s goodness this spring?
We have much to celebrate, not the least of which is A Risen Savior! How better to spread the Good News of New Life than to splash color around in the room occupied by the home-bound? Give them and your family something new to gaze upon. Add life and interest to your home.
Celebrate family! Celebrate life! Make every day a holiday; celebrate the gift of life!
I pray for you, dear friend, that you find rest when you are weary. I pray you find resources to meet your needs and those in your care. I pray you find the courage and hope for the days ahead.
Most of all, I pray that you know the Savior that rose from the grave that day and offered His free gift of Eternal Life and Hope to all who would receive it. Blessings and hugs to each of you.
Thanks for your comments; and your prayers.
Love your thoughts on spring! Spring is so wonderful after winter even though winter shows us some wonderful things God created.
Thank you so much, Mary, for your comments. I agree, God reveals Himself in all of nature; each season has its own peek.
And, if we let Him, He brings comfort in the seasons.
What a blessing today. When times are tough, it can be hard to appreciate others that are enjoying the journey – even the robins 😀 We need to keep reminding each other to find ways to find the joy!
Thank you so much for making time to comment. I agree; earlier today I wanted to go throw rocks or something. A step outside with the birds and fresh air drew me back into God’s presence and everlasting love. Patience is not my virtue; and the computer often fights me! I want to take my pad and pen and sit under the old oak tree.