Where Winter meets Spring, there is a quietude, or chaos. Sometimes it is the whirling madness of feet of snow and frigid cold, and a rapid melt that runs off in floods. Other times, it is a gentle meeting, where the air is kind and the sky is kinder, and the moisture comes sweetly as an answer to prayer.
I love the days that follow, like yesterday, when the sun rises on a quiet earth. The clouds break. A bluebird sky domes over the snow-clad world that basks in the chill warmth of the not-quite-spring sun. There isn’t a breath of wind and the only disturbance is the occasional hush of a sound as a snowy burden slips from the boughs of a heavy-laden pine, swirling away with a glossy sheen.
Or other days, like today, when the strange mixture of the warm morning sunlight on a chill and damp world causes fog to roll in waves over the plains, coming to lap against our ridge like waves against a shore . The fog was shallow, not even covering the rural electric lines, and the flat top of Potato Butte to our north was just visible, emerging from a sea of white. Blue was overhead, and in the expanse of blue was a north-bound skein of geese, and then another, in the telltale flight of springtime.
And how easy it is to forget God’s faithfulness, His provision, and that He truly does hear our prayers. There are bad years and there are good years, and both come from the hand of a loving and kind God. We can get so wrapped up in counting hundredths of an inch of rain, or willing those clouds to drop their moisture for us, praying for snow then praying that it hold off, all the while forgetting that those 15 hundredths of an inch of rain, that dusting of snow, that foot of snow, all came from the hand of God and wouldn’t have fallen otherwise.
There are so many passages in Scripture that remind us of what we already know, that it is God Who changes the seasons, God Who brings the rain, God Who sends the snow and feeds His creatures. I love these verses from Psalm 104.
You make springs gush forth in the valleys;
they flow between the hills;
From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.
You cause the grass to grow for the livestock
and plants for man to cultivate,
that he may bring forth food from the earth.
O Lord, how manifold are your works!
In wisdom have you made them all. (Ps. 104:10, 13, 14, 24)
But we are so quick to forget! Quick to receive and slow to give thanks! But this beautiful collision of winter and spring can be a reminder…It is to me. A reminder that it is God Who changes the seasons, and it is because of His sovereignty and His wonderful creative design of this world that “all things hold together.” (Col. 1:17) He has sustained and He will continue to sustain.
“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.” (Gen. 8:22)
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