New Hope

Today, the windows, full of sunlight are thrown wide open, allowing the sun’s rays to penetrate to even the darkest corners of this house. A breeze, not quite warm, but not at all cold, gently glides in, sweeping away the smells that winter has allowed to stagnate.



And we, inside this house, are filled with hope. Promises of light and warmth, new green things and multi-hued blossoms getting ready to burst forth. And I understand why God gave Noah the rainbow as a sign of His promise; a sign of hope. The wetness of the rain, the sun and all colors mixed together makes your heart soar and your feet light, and awakens in you an urge to dance and sing.
The children, restless and distracted in their school work, wiggle in their seats, eyes shining as they gaze out the window.

Feeling restless as well, I send them outside, for true learning happens in more places than a school room, and through more sources than a school book.
I hear giggles and laughter through the open windows of children who feel the freedom as the weight of winter melts away. Sunlight dances on their shiny heads, kissing their bare, white arms and faces. Warmth spreading on the surface, spreading within.

And I thank God for this day. This Joy and this Hope. This Promise that all of His creation can be made new. That all of us can continue to grow, even after we experience the dormant winters of our lives.



So, I throw off the heavy clothes of cold times, and put on something lighter; something brighter. Something green to represent the new growth I feel. And I wait, eagerly, anticipating the changes to come, the new fruits He will have me bear.