tis the season

I was enjoying the wonderful sunshine in the park as mentioned below and had some thoughts about seasons in weather and in life. The seasons are such a testament to redemption and resurrection. Everything begins to die, we have no leaves on the trees, the grass becomes a grayish-beige "blah" color and then, amazingly, everything comes to life again. The grass is greener, the flowers bloom in vivid colors, and leaves sprout overnight, it seems, on the trees. And this mighty miracle HAPPENS EVERY YEAR! Analogies drawn about our lives that go through winters and springs have been done but it is ever so clear to me how true it is. In whatever winter, there will always be spring. Whatever parts of me that may die or experience loss, I, as a whole, will experience life and gain. I can count on these things like I can count on each season. There is comfort in these truths for me. I have had a few "wintrous" seasons and wondered if spring would ever come...and it did! Hallelujah! Here's to spring! Again.