It is the purest of whistles, this promise of spring.
The view from my window is similar to the picture on the right. A strip of woods lies between my backyard and the street which runs behind my house. It is dense enough that for most of the year, I am actually unable to see the houses behind it, even when they are lit up at night and it was one of the reasons we bought our house. It's a nice little view and with a turn of my head, I can easily see it when I am writing ablog.
Winter is never short in Minnesota and while we have not had any blizzards to speak of this year, the temperatures have been quite severe with windchills plummeting to more than -30F/-34C not once, not twice but on numerous occasions. Now this is not uncommon in my part of the world but this is the coldest winter we have experienced since 1996 and it's not over yet. Not by a long shot because spring usually arrives late in Minnesota. Spring rarely stays long either for we tend to move into summer rather quickly but that's another story.
For most of the winter, the woods are silent. Lately though, even though the temperatures have been bitterly cold, I've noticed an increase in activity as the days slowly lengthen. The other day, squirrels were racing about through the snow and today I heard the distinctive song of the black-capped chickadee.
The meterologists are saying a change is on the way. The jetstream is drifting to the north and as it moves, it will allow the warm breezes from the Pacific Ocean to begin to flow into Minnesota. Temperatures may rise above freezing by next Wednesday.
Spring comes late in Minnesota. There is more than a foot of snow on the ground at the moment. In fact that is a large mountain of snow in my front yard, compliments of "The Snowplow". The ice is thick enough for vehicles to drive out onto the lakes. Oh c'mon! Where's your sense of adventure? Driving on ice is fun!
Though there will almost certainly be cold and snowy days ahead, I will remember the song of the black-capped chickadee. Though the signs of spring may not be very visible to my eyes, he knows better. He knows that winter will not last forever and that spring will come again.
As I listen to his song of promise, I am reminded of God's songs of promise as well.Though I might find myself in "winter" for a season, it is not forever. Even in the darkest and coldest moments that I must endure, the Word of God sings to me:
Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10 (NKJV)
Let us never forget the God's Song of Promise.