When Spring Comes Again (Again)

In honor of my new spring blog background (a little early, I know, but the warmer weather got me in the mood), I am re-posting "When Spring Comes Again". I am also doing it because I have a few friends on my mind and heart, who might find it's message encouraging. It is difficult to deal with something hard for a long time. When the trouble seems to have lasted forever and there is no end in sight, thoughts of giving up overwhelm us. I am posting this to tell you, "Take heart, my friend! God is with you. He can when you can't! I love you!"




I love to see the daffodils blooming. It seems to be the first sign that spring will make its appearance. As a girl, we were allowed to pick all of the daffodils we wanted because there were so many of them in the fields around where we lived. We would fill any container we could find with the flowers and decorate our home. Their bright yellow would light up any room. Now that I am older, I don’t pick them as much, I just enjoy the fact that they bring color to the bleak, brown landscape from the long winter months.



This year the blooms have emerged in March. A couple of years ago, due to an unusual warm spell they were out in February. The day of my son’s funeral was overcast, cold, and misty. As we drove to the cemetery, I noticed the daffodils lined the roadway. It felt good to see them, but I wondered at them being out on a day like that.


In the coming months, one of songs I listened to the most was “Worship in the Waiting” by FFH. The chorus to the song is this:



I WILL WORSHIP IN THE WAITING

I WILL WALK WITH THIS SAND BENEATH MY FEET

THOUGH THE WINTER WIND IS BLOWING

THE GROUND IS NOT FROZEN UNDERNEATH

I WILL WORSHIP AND NOT GROW BITTER

CAUSE I KNOW YOU SEE THE END OF IT ALL

AND WITH THE SPRING WILL COME THE RAIN

AND I'LL SEE WHAT WAS GAINED

IN THE WAITING




Those days I walked a lot outside and listened to music. I was able to watch spring come into its full glory. The dead leaves and broken branches were replaced with bits of green and dogwood blooms. Wisteria, tulips, azaleas and daffodils graced the scenery beautifully. God used His gorgeous earth to show me He loved me. Each blossom whispered comfort. Even though I was walking through a winter in my life, spring would come again. The ground, so frozen and hard, was not dead. It held life beneath it and with time and God’s help; I would bloom again as well.



So daffodils have become my own personal rainbow and I don’t mind sharing it with you. No matter what difficulty you are enduring in the present, nothing on this earth lasts forever. It will pass. He may not change your circumstance but He can change you in it. So even when you feel you can’t, worship Him and don’t grow bitter. Lean on Him and grow in wisdom. Then someday, when spring has come again, you will be able to look back and see how far He has brought you.


I’ve seen the red sea part, I’ve seen the mountains move

But now it seems so dark, I can’t even feel you

If you chose to be silent I’ll be silent too

I will worship in the waiting, quiet before you

Until your voice like manna from the sky falls



I WILL WORSHIP IN THE WAITING

I WILL WALK WITH THIS SAND BENEATH MY FEET

THOUGH THE WINTER WIND IS BLOWING

THE GROUND IS NOT FROZEN UNDERNEATH

I WILL WORSHIP AND NOT GROW BITTER

CAUSE I KNOW YOU SEE THE END OF IT ALL

AND WITH THE SPRING WILL COME THE RAIN

AND I'LL SEE WHAT WAS GAINED

IN THE WAITING



I’ve seen the blooms of spring, new life in everything

But now it seems so grey, bright colors fade away

This winter seems much longer and colder than before

But I will worship in the waiting, expecting something more

Until the sun shines warm upon my face again



He Leadeth me He leadeth me

By his own hand He leadeth me

His faithful follower I would be

For by his hand He leadeth me