Spring is a rather precarious thing in the northern landscape of the Midwest. It arrives. The birds return and begin to sing the promises of a warm sun and blue sky. The wind seems to blow relentlessly, lest we forget that we are in that in-between season. My husband reminds me each time the thermometer outdoors climbs over 60, “It is still going to snow! It always snows in April.” My mom looks at the buds on the trees and tsks, “The scary thing is that it could still freeze!” (love ya, Mom….) I confess that these kind souls are wise to remind me of what may be in wait for us…..I fall into the habit of longing for warm rays of sunshine and green grass and falling into a mild spring funk when the skies go gray and that wind becomes bitterly cold. Do pray for me if snow dares to fall yet this season.
But it is all good. Stormy weather may swirl around us and frightful cold may grip us, but God is good and all that He gives us is somehow, in His beautifully unfathomable way, good. The book of James begins with a rather gloomy exhortation to “consider it pure joy…when you face trials of many kinds.” Not just if you face trials, not when you face the trial, but when you face trials. Just a few sentences later:
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
Spring is here…..whether that means sunshine, snow, or wind. And it is good.