Who’s tired of winter?
Yeah, me too.
Yesterday, the schools were closed again, the cars were covered with ice, and everyone was readjusting plans for the umpteenth time since January. I don’t know about you, but this winter is challenging the limits of my flexibility and patience.
This winter has been a doozy, all over the country, and I think we’ll all be glad to see it go. The calendar says spring starts tomorrow (and actually, the weather report does too, but you know how that goes), and it can’t get here fast enough. Some seasons are harder than others, and some are longer than we expect.
Our yearning for spring is mirrored by our journey through the liturgical season of Lent, the six weeks leading up to Easter. I’ve always liked these words, from a poem called Lenten Psalm of Awakening, by Edward Hays:
Come, O Life-giving Creator,
and rattle the door latch
of our slumbering hearts.
Awaken us as you breathe upon
a winter-wrapped earth,
gentling calling to life the new spring.
Isn’t that what we’re praying right now? We need some spring in this winter-wrapped earth.
There are some signs of hope, believe it or not: A few hearty daffodils have been braving the ice in my backyard, and I’ve been hearing spring birds in the morning – I saw a couple of them huddled under an awning as the freezing rain fell Monday afternoon. And the light… have you noticed? It’s coming earlier in the morning and staying later in the evening.
So hang in there, friends. We are people of the promise, and God is faithful. Easter will come, and spring will too.
Surely, it can’t be long now.