Spring is the time of year when everything seems new. It is a time of hope and of starting over. It is a season when things that were dead are revived again. Soil that was cold and frozen warms beneath the rays of sunny days.
I love to watch the season unfold and the dreary dinginess of the mountains disappear beneath greenery and blossoms on the hills and valleys. Debris is swallowed up by new grass and wildflowers bursting forth.
It seems the spring is folding in upon itself the last few years. There used to be such distinct periods of warmth and cold snaps as spring strong arms the last grips of winter. These little cold spells were known as “winters.” First came service winter with the first white blossoms on the mountainsides. Next came red bud winter, marked by the purple branches of small trees all along the roadsides. Then came dogwood winter with wild blossoms in profusion all over the mountains and in people’s yards. And last came blackberry winter. Once it had passed, it was safe to keep out the sandals and summer clothes.
For several years in a row, it seems like everything blooms all at once. Bradford pears, magnolias, apples, service, redbud, lilac, dogwood forsythia, jonquils, tulips, violets, and every manner of bud. Instead of being spaced out, they seem to all come at once.
Calves in the field and woodland babies are all a reminder of nature’s plan of renewal. Springtime brings new life.
Spring is resurrection season and in the United States, our spring coincides with Easter – the resurrection of Christ from the grave. For those who believe that Christ truly is the Son of God who willingly sacrificed His life for the sins of mankind, was crucified, and died, it is the foundation of our faith. Christ did not lie dormant in the grave. He was not defeated.
Our faith declares that on Easter morning, He rose from the dead, conquered the grave, overcame death, and gave us the hope of life eternal.
Just as in the earth, those things which were dead live again in spring. Those things which were dormant are resurrected. Those things which appeared lost and forgotten, rise again. Just as the sunshine renews our strength and revives us after the winter, Son shine renews our strength and revives our souls from a dry and barren place.
I am happy to welcome spring this year. I believe that in my life, a winter has passed, and I am entering a time of revitalization. I have mostly recovered from knee surgery, and can feel strength returning to my body. I have come to terms with retirement and can feel the joy that comes with the gift of time free from a full-time work schedule. I have hope for the future.