The Message in the Forsythia

I noticed our forsythia were blooming. Not many of the little yellow buds have opened, but some have. There were a few flakes of snow yesterday morning, as frail and sparse as the forsythia. Will the last hurrah of Winter or the first huzzah of Spring win the battle?

I am rooting for Spring. I love the snow. I love to ski. But the symbolism of Winter is much more distressing than the symbolism of Spring, and I am entranced by God's messages written in the symbols of life. I read that we are to set our clocks ahead next weekend. This is much more in keeping with my natural circadian rhythm, and heralds the promise of Spring. I am usually up at 6 a.m. anyway, so I don't mind setting clocks ahead. I have noticed lately that the sky is already lightening when I crawl out of bed in the wee hours of the morning. Spring is coming! Hope will be realized! The forsythia will bloom and the snow will melt. All that seemed to be lost will be found, and the flowers will open, the buds unfurl, the empty twigs made green. All one has to do to witness the message of resurrection, new life, new hope, is watch the eruption of Spring.

Isaiah 45:8 (NIV)
“You heavens above, rain down my righteousness; let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up, let righteousness flourish with it; I, the Lord, have created it.


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