On the darkest coldest nights in the dead of winter it is almost impossible to imagine that summer exists. Mornings begin in darkness and short grey days fade into another dark night until you forget what the warmth of the sun feels like on your face. You wonder if it will ever end.
Finally, the grey heaviness lifts, the sun pierces the endless darkness, a golden light fills the earth and everything around you looks new and different. The air smells alive and your whole being senses an incremental shift in the earths position as it transforms from the hopelessness of the longest night to the dawn of a new morning.
Spring. Life. Hope. You take a long deep breath and sigh; maybe you can remember summer after all.
Although it is still February (and maybe the warmest on record) we have been feeling that shift from winter to spring in our journey. The excitement is building as we can feel the pieces beginning to fall into place.
We are just $865/month away from our green light goal of $3,000 in monthly commitments. Our team is growing and our needs are shrinking, it's an awesome feeling. There were days in the winter of this journey that it felt like our spring, our new beginning might never come.
But just as God's promise of spring is true, so is his promise of provision. The timing of these however is not always when we would like. I would love spring to arrive in January, just after the Christmas season when snow has lost all it's magic for me. That would be perfect, no more boots, no more 'WHERE are your mittens?!" mornings before school. Back to flip flops and long evenings and birds and grass and the list goes on. But that would mess up the natural order of things and the ripple effect of which would be far reaching.
I choose to KNOW that spring WILL come. It's a promise, not a maybe.
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.