The long awaited hope of spring. In the throes of February up in the north country this is a familiar theme. Snow flakes fall as a howling wind blows. The earth frozen from temperatures dipping into the single digits, the white barren landscape, and the stiff dark trees against a pastel sky echoe the bleak loneliness of this silent season of stillness. We wait.
Life is passing and with each morning and sunset a new day of hope is promised. We, with all creation wait. We haven’t lost hope because our Saviour has promised us, no matter what we face a brighter day is coming. This world with all its woes cannot define this dark hour, nor take away from us the blessed hope our Lord has left us.
He will never leave us, nor forsake us. We have his word on this. No one or no thing can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord. Days grow dark, people fail of what we hoped of them, disappointed in maybe even ourselves, we struggle for meaning, for answers, for a light that would seem to be shrouded by the clouds of circumstance. Often times its shear faith that carries us, through the arms of our Saviour. Nothing makes sense, yet He knows this. He cares, and He holds our hand in the darkness and whispers, “trust me, I love you”.
This life is a journey. He, our conductor and the tunnels we must travel through are going somewhere. This moment, as all moments, is fleeting, it will yield its fruit. It’s not forever, these moments. Though they would seem to fence us in and pin us down, the Lord has given us wings, and the day will come when we fly again. A season of waiting will give way to a season of hope. With winter past, new buds emerge, new color, new joy, new life. For what is the purpose of the darkness if not to yield to the light. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy, real joy like never before, cometh in the morning.
Northpond Artist 