Winter seemed longer than usual this year. It was colder and it was grayer and it was snowier than any in recent memory. It felt like it might never end.
I kept looking for signs. Signs that maybe, just maybe, winter was winding down.
But I didn't see any signs.
No spring peepers. No buds. No color. No warmth. Little sun. Brown grass.
The first day of spring was sunny, at least. I opened the front door to let in the light, and as I woke the girls, I called, "We made it!" But even then, a chill wind blew and we ate our first-day-of-spring Italian ice in the car where it was warm. And six days later, another winter storm dumped another six inches of snow.
But all of a sudden...
Today. Exactly one week after the storm, I realize that spring is here. All of a sudden.
All of a sudden, I notice that the grass is green.
All of a sudden, we hear the peepers peeping their spring song.
As we wait for Kati to make a dash into Target, we open the windows of the van and hear birds twittering.
The air is warmish; we leave coats behind.
The reluctant daffodils are opening.
Bekah's piano teacher tells us, "I believe that spring has sprung!" We agree!
I believe that this waiting and this all-of-a-sudden is a picture of truth.
How many times do we hope for something and it seems as if it will never come? It seems that there are no signs that anything is happening.
But behind the scenes and in hidden places, things are happening. And suddenly, in His time, that which has been planned all along can be seen.
If God has said it, it is true.