“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
I have to admit—I’m not a fan of daylight savings time. Every year, my circadian clock, created by intelligent design, has a more difficult time adjusting to man’s not-so-intelligent design of saving time. Who are we kidding? Time can’t be saved, nor can daylight be extended. It kind of reminds me of the smoke and mirrors game Satan invented to distract us from God’s best plan for us. Yes, that’s how evil I believe DST is. J
Spring is my favorite season, and with its arrival, perhaps I’ll recover from the angst of the time change.
I can almost feel the earth turning under my feet, as the trees bloom around me, a little more each day. Daffodils sprang up a few weeks ago, hinting at spring’s impending arrival. The cotton-white Bradford pear blossoms, the crinkled corners of dogwood blooms, and new leaves uncurling in their quest to push forth new life confirmed it.
Almost overnight, a green haze settled over the grass, yellow dandelions pushed their heads up, and yesterday, we discovered a hyacinth amongst our purple Vinca flowers, its seed brought in by a bird or blown in on the wind. Cold nights are giving way to warmer, sunnier, and yes, longer days.
I also like spring because of the feeling it brings of eternal hope. Christ’s resurrection is a symbol of this. Regardless of the seasons we pass through in our lives, it’s our choice to rest in hope or linger in despair.
“Whoever watches the wind will not plant; whoever looks at the clouds will not reap.” Ecclesiastes 11:4
Despite whatever trial you are enduring today—will you set it aside, along with its worries—just for a little while—and join in the celebration of new life that spring ushers in? Don’t watch the clouds, but cling to the promise of eternal life Christ brought with His resurrection.
