Does the dirt, the tree, the bulb, the bird, the insect, know when spring will come?
Do they wait patiently in silent, content anticipation, or do they press, coerce, and anxiously beg for the cold winter winds to flee, the gentle rains to come, the sun to shine and warm the air and ground?
Last year it took a very long time for spring to show off.
How did it all know this year, so different from the normal, that it was time?
Contemplating on my own ways.
Am i silent, contented, but expectant?
Watchful waiting.
Do i know the time and season of my spring?
Eager expectancy.
Do i fully take advantage of the warming sun, the gentle rains, letting my spirit soak up all the nutrients and begin to sprout and grow?
Trust the first rays, the initial rains?
Poke my head up out of the ground and dare to believe?
Could it be?
Is it true?
Has He come?
Isaiah 55 "Wait and listen, everyone who is thirsty! Come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat!...Incline your ear (submit and consent to the divine will),and come to Me; hear, and your soul will revive.....Seek, inquire for, and require the Lord while He may be found: call upon Him while He is near... For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord....For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher that your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts... For as the rain and snow come down from the heavens, and return not there again, but water the earth and make it bring forth and sprout , that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater...So shall My Word be...for you shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace....."
As sure as the spring returns.
