Wednesday, April 4, 2012

When Winter Lingers

The world around me is bursting with the signs of spring!  Everywhere I look I am reminded that the winter is finally over and a new season is here. 




 The birds are returning and filling the air with music once again.




The sky is blue and warm breezes are reminding me that the earth is thawing.




 Flowers are fighting their way through the hard earth to greet me with their beauty.




The trees are full of buds that remind me that new life is here.




But what if, what if winter lingers?  What if, even when I see the bright colors and smell the fresh scent of spring, my heart is still cold?




What do I do when I look around me and my eyes can't see the beauty?  The grey of winter has found its way into the corners of my heart and it clouds my vision.




Oh, I want to come to life!  My soul cries out for spring and warmth... but I am frozen.  Frozen in time and space and buried beneath the hard surface of this mask I wear.  The one that smiles and sings even when the words are empty on my tongue. 

 It feels as if winter has come to stay.




But somewhere deep within I hear a soft voice calling me.  Singing to me.

 'Rise up, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.    For the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone.    The flowers are springing up, and the time of singing birds has come, even the cooing of turtledoves.   The fig trees are budding, and the grapevines are in blossom. How delicious they smell! Yes, spring is here! Arise, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.' 
Song of Solomon 2:10-12



The one who loves me the best is calling to me to come to Him.  He has spring in His hands and He wants to give it to me.  He wants to thaw my frozen heart and fill my world with color.  Oh, how I long for Him. 



He is there.  Calling to me.  It is only a matter of turning toward Him.  That is all I need to do and the rest is already done.  He will not wait for me but He will run to me.  I just have to turn my heart to Him. 

And the winter will be gone.  And maybe, just maybe, something beautiful will rise up out of the cold and grey of my heart.  That is my prayer this Holy Week.  It is my prayer for me and for you. 


That Beauty will rise.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! I was very moved by this post.

A Friend on the Farm said...

I have to tell you... you are such a wonderful Blogger. You really have a God given talent to do this :)