Aren’t you ready for Spring? Do you find yourself examining tree branches, hoping to see buds forming? Are you plotting the progress of those early crocuses and daffodils? Do you look longingly at your short-sleeved tops and capris? Have you booked a pedicure, in preparation for tossing those clunky winter boots to the back of the closet?
There is a spiritual truth behind this yearning for fresh, new life. God reveals Himself and His plan sacramentally – through physical, earthly signs. I think we intuitively recognize that nature is in sympathy with our own rhythms and cycles. We experience an instinctive slowing down, a dormancy in winter, just as the fields are lying fallow, and living creatures cease their scurrying. We need this apparently dead time for reflection and rest. I believe that when it seems nothing is happening, when it seems our souls are nothing but bare earth, God is planting seeds.*