Overnight and into the morning snow fell. Big flakes layered across the ground, mounting to over half a foot - for the third time in ten days. I pulled on my clunky shearling boots and plodded out into my day, bereft of sunshine, pining for summer.
When I got off work the snow was only asserting its memory in patches of well-shaded remnants and dirty piles on parking lot edges. The sunset gleamed on the wet runoff skimming the pavement on my weary drive home.
And then the next morning I woke up. I got out of bed and went upstairs. Blew my nose, suffering the symptoms of my annual spring virus. Washed my hands at the kitchen sink, ignoring the running water while I watched the back yard. It needed watching.
When I hadn't been watching, even while I slept, the world had transformed. Green struggled through the old year's lawn growth. Tiny buds swelled on twigs of bushes and trees. Birds were singing!
All sudden and without warning. When a snowstorm had driven back expectation of spring anytime soon, beating me down with the power of winter to persevere past decent dates. Last time I looked, no sign of renewed life. Now, everywhere.
I've been living a year of hope since June. Learning a lot about hope. Lately hope has been very hard.
"Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?" ~ Romans 8:24b (ESV)I have been asking God to give me signs that the fulfillment of my hope is likely. Too much of my time is spent straining to catch a glimpse of progress. I have wanted to hope in circumstances. But my hope is not in those things, nor in my understanding. My hope is in God. He is just as able to bring things about, to provide good gifts, without any herald as with. The sudden spring is evidence that God is glorified by His secrets and surprises.
"It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out." ~ Proverbs 25:2To God be all glory.
Me too.
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