So here we are again. That time of year when we push the clock ahead one hour and symbolically spring forward into a new season.
It’s usually fun for me. It’s when I start dreaming of planting a few veggies & herbs in the back yard, and filling empty terra cotta pots with mounds of lovely, fragrant flowers and letting the cool air breeze through open windows.
But I have to be honest. When you’ve been “under the weather” as I have this week, that sounds like a lot of work and I’m all out of energy.
So I ask myself, “What can be done when the heart is willing but the flesh is weak?”
Is it really possible to spring forward when it feels like you can barely move?
“From the depths of the earth you will again bring me up”
Because God is still at work in us.
Isaiah 40:29 says, “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”
Today, I rejoice in the promise of renewed life. For the coming spring that, even now, colors the world with hope.
And I especially thank God for a faith that, in spite of imperfect conditions, keeps growing.
Keeps nudging me up out of the ground.
Keeps moving me forward even when it doesn’t feel like I’m moving at all.