This morning, when I walked outside, I was surrounded by evidence of Spring. Flowers of every size, shape, and color were bursting forth to announce a change of season. But then I turned to find a sprawling oak, which appeared dormant. The only leaves were dead. They were still clinging to barren limbs, long after the winter’s frost. It was then I remembered a passage of scripture: “Be still and know I am God” (Psalm 46:10).
So I have to ask, why am I impatient? I know Spring follows winter, and all things are blessed with the hope of life renewing itself. And yet, I sense a restlessness rumbling in my soul. It is nothing I have not experience before, but somewhere beneath the surface I feel “change is coming”. The anticipation causes renewed hope.
My word to you dear friends: don’t give up. Yes, we may feel like the barren oak, but winter is over and we must remember God’s promise of “life”.