I love the spring. Birds chirping, flowers blooming, sun shining, grass growing - I love it all. Okay, I could do without the grass growing, but I’ll even endure mowing the lawn if only to be able to walk in the sunshine again. I think most people like this change of seasons. A few diehards have told me they like snow, but I’m not sure if I really believe them. So far, none of them have shoveled my driveway (see my last post). Snow is nice on a postcard, but I’ll take the springtime any day.
I’m glad God provides the change of seasons. It reminds me of the change to come. No matter how bad it gets, if you know Christ, it’s not the end of the story.
Revelation 21:2-4 (NIV)
I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
That’s a change of seasons I can’t wait to see!