This is a very
difficult time of year for a lot of people. It is as if the colder
weather of winter has just worn us out. Some people are struggling
with allergies already. Some, like me, are just experiencing more
fatigue than usual. And some are struggling with unhappiness and
in March in Pennsylvania is usually pretty dreary so that does not
help much either. There is no green yet. The white snow that remains
is dirty. The rain and gray sky make our struggles seem even tougher.
Yet, as I shared with a friend last week, I love this time of year.
There is a certain feeling I have about this time of year, and I
remember feeling this way as I trace my memories of many past late
though there was a slight drizzle when we headed out, Sophie (my
dog) and I did a wonderful trail run on the mountain behind my house.
I was so grateful for the opportunity to be in the woods again.
I shouted out Halleluiah! We have had a hard crusty
snow up to my knees for the last several weeks that prevented me
from venturing too far into the woods. At one point in our run,
it was actually raining pretty hard, but it felt so good. The sun
was peeking through the clouds, and it offered me so much hope.
I remember feeling this way on a bike ride late winter/early spring
several years ago. Of all the bike rides I have done, this one stands
out in my mind as one of the best ones even though I was soaking
While I was
running and splashing through the snowmelt stream on the trail,
I thought about that ride. I realized why it felt so good then and
why it felt so good this weekend, and I realized why I love this
time of year. It is like being cleansed and prepared for something
great to come. I think God instills in us a sense of hope for the
spring to come so that we can relate to the greatest springtime
blessing of all- the resurrection of Jesus Christ and the promise
of eternal life.
For me this
year, spring is very important. My darkest days of grieving coincided
with the longest, darkest nights of the year. That is a lot of dark!!!
But I know that even in all that darkness, there is light.
we have rails-to-trails which are trails that are made out of abandoned
rail lines. Some of these are really awesome, and we have one near
our house that has a railroad tunnel. It is really, really dark.
When you ride a bike through it, there is one point where you feel
like you are not moving, even though you are pedaling forward. There
is, for me, a few seconds that make me feel very disoriented. But
I have learned to focus on the tiny little light that is at the
end of the tunnel. As I continue moving through the tunnel, the
light gets bigger and brighter until finally, I emerge from the
tunnel onto the sunny trail again. This is just like spring for
me. There is hope in those tiny bursts of light that break through
the clouds even if they seem faint like the light at the end of
a long dark tunnel. Each of these glimmers of light is a blessing,
and a promise that one day we will be bathed completely in the light
and love of God.
May you be filled
with hope as we emerge into the light and joy of spring!
shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises
upon you. Isaiah 60:1
patience with the lamp lit. Tertullian
God of light
and love, I long for you now. Your light awakens my soul. My heart
leaps with joy with every glimmer of your light. Thank you for the
blessings of spring. Thank you for your ever-present light. Amen.