The last few mornings when I have woken up, I have sensed it. The anticipation is in the air. In fact, the air seems a little lighter, maybe a little less dry from my heater not being on all night. There are birds chirping, welcoming the change.
Spring is almost here! It’s official, folks. I went on a walk yesterday afternoon because it was actually “warm” outside (43 degrees!). Of course, I was still bundled up in my winter coat, favorite mitten-gloves and the ultra-warm and soft scarf my sister knit for my Christmas gift. But, I was warm. And the the sun was shining. It was on this walk that I saw the first tell-tale sign of spring.
There are flowers poking through the thawing ground in my neighbors’ yards! Mind you, they are not in my yard because I don’t have the foresight to actually plant the bulbs in the fall with the intention of being the lucky one to herald in the good news of spring to the rest of the neighborhood.
I love spring for sooo many reasons, but one of the reasons I really love it is the new birth it reminds me of. After the long winter of skeletal trees and winds that make you wonder why humans don’t follow the bears into hibernation, spring comes.
Today is Ash Wednesday, the day when Christians mark the beginning of the season of Lent. I’ll spare you from my vain attempts at explaining Lent, because as a “good Protestant” I had no clue what Lent was until a few years ago! I’ll just say that it is meant to be a season of anticipation in whatever form you choose–anticipation of the celebration of what Christianity is founded on. The death of a man named Jesus who was from a small Israeli town called Nazareth. Not only his death, but his own rebirth—three days after he was executed, he came back to life in order to give life to many! It is this rebirth that Spring ultimately reminds me of, and I am so thankful for it! Now I can have hope that in the death and decay of the winter, there will be a spring more glorious than I can ever imagine!