But forget all that—it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland. – Isaiah 43:18-19
“Spring has sprung!”
When February ends and March begins, shops begin to stock their shelves with house and kitchen ware that display this phrase. Year after year, it’s the same saying, and year after year, I walk right past these items without a second glance—I’ve never really cared for the season.
Spring was always a passing thought in my mind—one step away from a long, three-month vacation, and two steps away from my favorite time of year—autumn. I didn’t care for spring—nothing extremely significant happened. Yes, the flowers came back BUT so did the heat, the mosquitos, and the pollen.
My grandma would always tell me that spring was a time of rebirth. I, however, only saw it as a difficult transition between winter and summer that left the allergy-stricken individuals stuffed up and miserable.
Looking back, I realized that it wasn’t just the physical aspects of spring that I disliked—it was the spiritual aspect.
I loved autumn—the season of changes, baggy sweaters, and bonfires. Spiritually speaking (for me), autumn was the season of forgotten goals, hidden imperfections, and broken (burned) promises—I was able to cover up my spiritual flaws.
I didn’t have a passion for God, His work, or His people. I had a passion for me, my desires, and my accomplishments. Spiritually, like the falling autumn leaves, I was dying. And when spring came around, I was still the same person spiritually—nothing changed.
However, just as the seasons must change, so did my spiritual life. I realized I needed a passion for God, a desire to do His work, and a love for His people, so I began to fervently pray for revival in my spirit and to anticipate the coming of spring.
For years, the seasons of my life passed, and I stayed the same—never learning, never growing. But then, a season of change came. A season where trials swarmed, but grace abounded. A season that left fear forgotten and faith restored—my season of change.
However, as all seasons eventually do, it came to an end. I’m no longer in a season of change. Instead, I am in a season of planting and growth—I need to plant what I’ve learned and grow into the woman God wants me to be. Spring has spiritually sprung in my life—I’ve been reborn, and I am abundantly grateful that spring has finally come for me.
1. Have you recently gone through a season of spiritual change?
2. Are you ready to be planted and reborn into the woman God created you to be?
Dear Lord, You changed me. I don’t know how or why You did it, but You changed me. My eyes are fixed on You, and I recognize You as my all-sufficient Savior. As my time of change comes to an end, help me to be rejuvenated and revived to display Your love and glory. I am ready to show the world the beauty I have found in You. Thank you for bringing me to my spring. I love You! Amen.
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