Pollen falls like rain, turning the great outdoors bright yellow. The mother hawk cries out victory, as young eyases crack open the confines of their shell. They lift up their heads, with eyes bright sounding their arrival and desire for food.
Daffodils break through pine straw, stiff from winter’s cold, to answer the sun’s call to rise. Unfurling, one petal at a time, the daffodil stretches, and lifts its sleepy head in morning praise.
From Winter’s slumber, Spring awakens.
And, it is the awakening of nature, that begins the winter of our soul – Lent.
Denying the flesh, and focusing on His presence, we withdraw from the things of this world to dwell deeper in the Father’s presence, for rest, for restoration, and for renewal of our soul.
As the rose bush buds out, rain falls cold and heavy. Then the bush, all dry and thorn covered, dons itself with a formal dress of flowers and fragrance; an attire fit for a Queen on her Day of Coronation.
We, having been bedded down with ash, feel the call of Easter Sun Rise, just below the horizon. The day when we too don our best, to present ourself before the King of kings, rejoicing in His victory.
We are people of light. We crave the light. We wait patiently for His light to shine on Easter morning, and each day after, so that others will see our good works, and give Him the Glory.
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