Carefully lifting winter weathered windows yesterday to usher in sunny breezes felt like spring teasing me with her silken scarves. Her breath brushed the hair from my face and her warmth caused me to shed my layers. She whispered reminders of new days ahead. Days fresh. Days restored.
With ever growing health complications, which have disrupted life and a long awaited doctor's appointment only a week away, I am painfully aware of my need for Spring. Need for restoration. Need for hope.
...and I see glimpses of it. Maybe as I shed more layers within I will sense the light again. Will smell blossoms. I'm no gardener but I do find this allegory to be true in the garden of my own life: new growth comes only after the pruning of spent portions.
And you? How do you sense hope in your own life as seasons change? What season are you experiencing in your heart today?