In honor of April, I wrote a rhyme I call, Springtime.
The sun is shining,
I’m happy and blessed.
Except for the pollen,
My nose is a mess.
My eyes are itching,
I can barely breathe.
Oh yeah, it’s springtime,
May I borrow your sleeve?
I don’t wipe my nose on sleeves. Gross. Just needed a word to rhyme. Tissue wouldn’t work!
The Bible mentions springtime too. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land (Song of Songs 2:11-12, NIV).
What do you enjoy most about spring?
Planting seeds? New life? Growth? Flowers? Warm days? Birds singing? Peaceful evenings?
Spring is my favorite season. Forty-five years ago, during spring, I realized my need for the Lord. My life felt empty and useless; I longed for hope, joy, and peace. I needed rescued.
The Lord planted a seed in my heart the day I picked up a Bible in a hotel room I shared with a friend. She’d gone off with her boyfriend. I stayed behind and enjoyed a pity party. I don’t remember what I prayed that day, but I recall reading Psalm 23. The only scripture I remembered from my church days a few years earlier.
Two months later, I visited a small church near my home. New life entered my weary soul. Jesus became real. A relationship began and continues. Loneliness and emptiness disappeared. Love, joy, and hope took their place.
As I grew in my knowledge of the Lord, His Word chipped away at my rough edges. The ones I turned over to Him. I held on to some. Those needed more time. He’s still at work.
When we allow God to do in us what only He can do, we become like a beautiful, flowering garden full of warmth. He puts a joyful song in our hearts, holds us in His loving arms, and covers us with His peace.
When springtime arrives, my thoughts turn to the Lord and how He gave me new life in Him.
Please share what you enjoy most about spring!
