Even though winter is taking its sweet, sweet time and overstaying its welcome, this we can know for sure: spring is coming.
I cannot wait to see colors again:
I’m dreaming of warmth,
and sunshine,
and cotton-candy clouds
and grass between toes.
But most of all, I’m dreaming of rain:
The winter-to-spring transition works like faith. We can trust and believe that good is coming. We haven’t yet seen, touched, tasted or breathed it in. But we know it’s a beautiful thing.
So we wait, expectantly. Patiently.
Can the no-gods of the godless nations cause rain?
Can the sky water the earth by itself?
You’re the One, O God, who does this.
So You’re the One for whom we wait.
You made it all,
You do it all.
{Jeremiah 14: 22, in contemporary language}
You see, it really isn’t spring at all that we’re waiting for.