I love when spring arrives because spring is a picture of the resurrection in so many ways. Most importantly, it reminds me that winter doesn’t last forever, but that new life is waiting just around the corner. The same goes for the seasons in my own life.

My hopes may seem dead and my dreams dashed. I may feel the cold inside and not see any colors in my world. It may be dark and desolate and I may be feeling like my life will always be this way, never to change in any way or ever get better.

The resurrection of Jesus reminds me that darkness does not last forever. Not the cold or the desolation will win out. I’m reminded that true hope never dies and God’s dreams for me always come to pass. Whatever season I’m in, whether it be one of despair or one of hopelessness or one of waiting, must come to an end and all those seeds planted in me must come up and sprout and bear fruit. Every season will have its reward if I remain patient and trust in the God who is Lord of all the seasons.

The best part for me is that I see how Love sought me out and fought for me and that absolutely NOTHING could stand in the way of Love finding me and winning me back. Jesus is the one who fought for me, the one who defeated death and hell for me. He never gave up but found a way to get to me and win my heart. That’s love. That’s spring.

No matter how long winter seems or how cold, spring always follows behind. No matter where I am or what I’ve done or what I’m going through, I can rest assured that my rescue is nearby and that my hope won’t dissapoint. I can trust that God will keep His promises and that Jesus will be faithful and get me where I need to be. Namely, Home.

Amen and amen!