We can’t ever really count on spring.
I know it’s April, but sometimes the March lion and lamb analogy works for us now too. One day will be rainy and dreary, cold and blustery and the next will be the absolute gates of heaven on earth: sweet air, breeze from the ocean, cool and crisp like a bright new strawberry.
But in the end, we can’t really count on spring to behave like summer does. Spring is for tornadoes and rainstorms as much as it’s for brilliant afternoons and bulbs poking fresh petals through damp dirt.
But the amazing thing that’s happening to the earth during spring is that it’s changing.
Ice cracks, storms rage and summer is beckoned.
“I’ll never forget the smell of spring,” my Midwestern-turned-Californian father says to me. He grew up in Kansas and left with his mother and sister 45 years ago. He’s lived here ever since and still the scent of the new blossoms and spring blooms stays with him. And he speaks this to me, a girl who’s grown up in the dryness and snow-less-ness of Southern California.
“There’s just nothing like it,” he says.
Spring means newness and beauty but it also means change. It’s why it’s so amazing. Winter drips and melts it’s way into the earth. It feeds the green that has been biding it’s time to emerge, fresh and beautiful.
We always welcome spring. We throw open closed windows, shake out blankets in the yard and kick off our shoes. We sit, face up to the sun and toes dipped in cool water, eyes closed and we thank God that He has brought us the newness of the season. We welcome it each year with opened arms.
We welcome the change easily.
But hasn’t anyone ever told us that change also means risk? In the rest of the world, all change means giving up something in order to move forward, to gain something. Change means risking the comfort of what was to gain the newness of what is.
As we get older we begin to resist and resist and kick-in-the-door of change. I don’t want to give up the comfort of what is in order to move into the thing I don’t know. It’s too hard.
But what we don’t realize is that we’re living in the middle of winter and spring is begging us to come out and play.
Spring is the harbinger of summer yet for so much of life, we sit bundled up in winter because the change is just too painful. It’s just so much easier to cup cool hands around mugs of tea and sit near the fire than to welcome the risk into our lives.
Ice breaks, storms rage but summer beckons.
And in spring, it’s a brilliant beckoning.
Today, get out and embrace the change that has been waiting for you. Yes, it may hurt. There may be risk. But don’t grow “old” inside your heart and let the world race past you on it’s way to a brilliant summer.
What change has been right around the corner for you? How do we welcome rather than dread change? Do you like change or are you tempted to resist it?
By Sarah Markley, who can’t wait to scoop up her kids this spring, kick off her shoes and race out into the sunshine.