They do not say to themselves, "Let us fear the Lord our God, who gives autumn and spring rains in season, who assures us of the regular weeks of harvest."
March opens with a resounding "yes" for me. My birthday is the first day of the month. How can I not celebrate and give thanks to God that He chose the day and the hour upon which I would enter the world?
But once that day has passed, I feel like Julius Caesar in his crucial moment of despair - "Et tu, Brute?" The Ides of March . . .
The snow continues to descend.
So does my sadness.
Spring, in all her glory, is slow to arrive. Expectant buds upon the daffodils refuse to move toward most welcomed bloom. Crocuses close themselves in tight isolation as winter's chill lingers.
I am in a season of waiting.
Waiting for the snow in my heart to melt.
Waiting for the warm rains of spring to cleanse me.
Waiting for sorrowful memories to crest and subside, leaving tears in their wake.
No matter how many months and years pass, the memories never lose their hold on this space and time of year.
A season of waiting for my soul to know this, too, shall pass. Longing to believe it. Embrace it.
Praying to know deep within that God is walking beside me, holding my hand, lifting me up.
Guiding me through the much and mire in my mind.
Assuring me that spring is in the offing, and all will be made new.
Promising me that even in the hardships, the sadness, and the unwanted memories, I can still find joy.
Are you in a season of waiting? Can you still find joy?
Prayer: Father, we thank You for walking with us in our seasons of waiting. Help us to never lose sight of the joy You offer at all times and in all places when we open our hearts to accept it. Give us hope in the darkest of times that we might glimpse Your glory and remember Your promises. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.