While I love seeing God’s creativity throughout every season, Spring is absolutely, hands down, my favorite time of the year.  I love waking up every morning and seeing what new things are coming up from the ground and what buds are appearing on the trees.  I walk around our yard and dig around in the flower beds for the tops of perennials and bulbs popping up.  I check our birdhouses and trees for the new nests.  Marty and I strategize about what plants need to be split and where to move them or what new flower bed to start; about what annuals we should try this year and what didn’t work the year before.  I love being able to throw open the doors and pull up the windows and let the breeze blow through the house.  I love the smell of dirt in the air.  I love pulling up the weeds and spending whatever time I have pruning and trimming back bushes.  I even love the birds that have come north and start chirping way too early in the morning just as the sun is coming up.

I’m sure I lost about 85% of you at “dig around in flower beds” and many of you are probably thinking, “wow, I didn’t realize she was 115 years old,” but it’s more than just being a plant nerd, I think spring just represents for me the possibility of new life and fresh starts.  Yes, whatever we’ve accomplished this year, whatever we’ve conquered, whatever darkness we’ve left behind, those are to be celebrated and praised. God’s work in us, and through us.  However, I don’t believe we are designed to rest on what we have accomplished, but to keep our eyes fixed forward and up; to keep our ears and hearts open to where He wants to take us.  THIS year, THIS season, THIS phase.

I’ve struggled with contentment my entire life, and frequently held back from pursuing things because I felt like I should just be happy where I am. Yet lately, I’m starting to appreciate that a huge part of what I perceive as discontent actually comes from God.  I’m starting to appreciate that it’s not such a bad thing to be ready and excited for what comes next.  I’m not talking contentment with material things, things like clothes and houses and cars, I’m talking contentment with the things that truly mean something, like the state of my marriage and friendships, my children’s relationships with Jesus, what I DO with the gifts and skills that God gave me.

I want to climb that mountain, tame that lion, cross that finish line. Yes! Yes! Do those things. Celebrate those things!  But then I’m ready to keep going.   I’m ready to be done with beating myself up for being ready to tackle the next adventure.  The idea that there is a more beautiful version of myself, a more godly version, a more patient version, a BRAVER version out there just waiting to make its appearance; that is hope.  So yea, spring is dirt and flowers and baby birds and me digging around in flower beds.  And hope.  So, here’s to spring, to making all things new, to starting fresh, and to never settling for last year’s adventure.  Here’s to hope.

4 thoughts on “Hope

  1. Spring is a glorious time of year – love it for all the same reasons. Need a new variety of hosta – just might have one.

  2. Oh my heart. Are you stalking me and my innermost thoughts & feelings?! We’ve never grabbed that coffee or lunch. It’s time. I. Love. You!

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