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Yesterday, in Charlottesville, on January 31st, it was 70 degrees. Not 30, not 40, not even 50, but 70 degrees. A quick errand and a walk with Neely revealed that pretty much every spring sport at UVA was coming out of the woodwork. At one point or another, we saw the frisbee team, the tennis team, track girls running loops around us in just sports bras, and the cycling team searching for new routes in our neighborhood. Everyone, it seemed, was outside taking advantage of the beautiful weather.
What is it about a warm sunny day that just makes you feel better about life? Though it was just a taste, it made me extremely excited for what’s to come—sundresses, grilling, Foxfield, flowers—it’s not here yet, but spring is coming…
Last week, we hosted a Changing Seasons event featuring Mary Elizabeth Stone and every woman in that room was so taken by her story and deeply encouraged as she spoke on “The Hope of Spring in the Dead of Winter.” I just love that concept. Even when it’s cold, icy, dreary, and lifeless, the promise of spring is coming; we need not despair. Yesterday’s spring day, smack dab in the middle of winter, was just a little preview of what’s to come in a few short months.
And the same holds true in our own lives. When our situation seems to be at the most bitter, cold, and lifeless point, it might be terribly hard to see, but spring is coming. Our God is more than able to breathe life into dead situations and cause fruit to grow out of circumstances that appear to be hopeless. Winter is merely a season of darkness, but don’t lose hope, the promise of spring is on the way!
do not dwell on the past.
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
he turned to me and heard my cry.
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth…