Only a week ago I was peering through the window at a foot of newly-fallen snow. Then the snowplow came along and thoughtfully deposited even more snow in my front yard. Sigh.
The snow began to melt on Tuesday and when it did, I discovered something rather interesting. One of my daylilies was begining to sprout. Huh? I stepped into the snow to take a closer look and yes, I distinctly saw a tiny bit of green.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew the season was right for it because the calendar said April but the conditions definitely weren't. There was snow on the ground and the temperature was below freezing. In fact, at night it was dropping well below freezing but despite all of that, I could not deny the truth before me. There was new life emerging and growing even in those hostile conditions. It was the right time.
Spring arrived at my house this week. It was a month late but it arrived. Except for the mound of snow left by the snowplow, the last of the snow left my yard this morning. Spring seems to feel that it has a lot of catching up to do. Yesterday, the ground was covered with more snow than grass but by last night, that had changed. This morning I was greeted by a carpet of dormant brown grass but by afternoon I was shouting at my husband, "Look! There is a bit of green there and another patch of green over there! The grass is turning green again!" It will be a bit before I see a thick rich carpet of green once again but it has begun and it began faster than I could have ever imagined. I can't believe my eyes.
This got me to thinking about the times I have experienced "winter" in my life. Sometimes it is short and somewhat mild but other times it is bitterly cold, severe and long. It is very long and I am in despair. Even if my "winter" were to end, I just know that "spring" would be painfully slow in manifesting itself once again. It is interesting how quickly I try to pretend I am wise. I forget that I am not the Lord of my seasons, God is. I am reminded that God does things in His time, not in my time. Yes, to me it may seem like He moves rather slow but then the unexpected happens. Even as I am mumbling about how something will never happen, God moves and it happens and I can't believe my eyes.
I love happy endings and new beginnings.