seasons - Barren to Beautiful

To the one who’s not ready for a season change

The trees are just starting to blush. The forever green leaves of summer have been kissed with just a touch…
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Searching for Spring: Real Hope for Cold-Climate Dwellers

I don’t think feeling desperate for spring is wrong. Actually, I think it’s a foretaste of what we long for in heaven.

I think that the longing from everything being cold, and dead, and buried underground in the dirt, to getting warm, and soft, and pushing up out of the dirt like the first daffodils is something wired deeply into our souls.

I think God gives us a longing for spring.

In this physical world that God did make, I think that seeing and touching and smelling new life speaks to some deeper part of our hearts that longs for this to happen in our souls and in our bodies in heaven.

How to drop the dread, and embrace hope this fall

Culture· Growing in God· Truth for your soul

Because no matter what else happens this crazy year–Jesus already knows about it. And whether the sky comes crashing down in giant flaming pieces, or the mountains burst apart and fall into the heart of the sea, or world war breaks out to the ends of the earth, or (I could list A LOT of my worst case scenarios here…but I will spare you the details of my own crazy mind.) The point is, no matter what happens, Jesus promises this:
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.” John 10:28
No one will snatch them out of my hand.

Spring Is A Time To Hope

Growing in God

I didn’t know that we’d be inside for days on end while it rained, and snowed, and it felt like Spring itself would only tease us, but never actually come.

And the days would all bleed into eachother, and so would we.

I didn’t know just how desperately I would need this one thing:

Hope.

It’s a Hallmark-y sounding kind of word. At least, it was. To me.

But now hope is something else.

Something more. Something alive.

Something like these tucked-in tulips. Withdrawn and inward. But quietly getting ready to bloom.

Separate, yet together.