Every year, I am amazed at the transformation that takes place from winter to spring. Ice and snow seem ripped away, exposing scarred lawns of dead grass. Lifeless trees look ghostly against the sky. And mud is everywhere, making everything look dirty.
But then, it happens.
The prelude begins with fresh, green shoots poking out from beneath dead leaves. Delicate buds form on the tree limbs. The mud disappears. And the gentle rain washes everything new.
Life is like that.
There are seasons of waiting, wondering, and yes, even weeping. Times of feeling like everything has been stripped away, leaving you exposed.
It won’t last forever.
God figured hope in the equation. And just like the hope of spring is a certainty, whatever you are going through will change – for certain.
Tomorrow is a new day. A new season awaits you.