The breezes of spring slip around me, as I sway on my swing and read aloud to the Blossoms. They are finishing their lunch at the big, old-fashioned table on the back deck. This is one of our favorite parts of the day. I'm drinking in the deliciously fresh air as I notice the blossoming lilac hedge. Only a few short weeks ago, that very same hedge was bleak and gray.
How like life the seasons are.
Winter always seems so long, until spring tiptoes in. We're filled with hope, as the weather warms.
Trials are long. They are lonely. They are exhausting. They can be bleak. The end never seems near. The point of trials doesn't seem obvious.
Hope seems just out of reach.
Like spring though, trials come to an end.
Your cry for help has gone up to the Father.
He has heard.
He has not forgotten you. He remembers you.
The Father sees. Yes, He truly sees the place you're in.
He has taken notice. (Exodus 2:23-25)
Just as winter always gives way to spring,
you will come out of your trials.
"The righteous cry, and the LORD hears
And delivers them out of all their troubles...
Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
But the LORD delivers him out of them all."
Psalm 34:17,19 NASB
