Ah but...what was it we were taught in junior high? Never say always, and never say never for that matter. This year spring is upon us in early March. Is she here in earnest? We can only hope. Crocuses in bloom, daffodils boasting fat buds, grass greening up, and thermometers climbing toward 70 -- all indicate, yes. If you're an onion setter, you better get at it.
Today I plan to put the skis away. They lean cock-eyed, both skis and poles, against the house all winter long, sort of planted in the flower bed outside the door. Usually they're standing in white fluffy stuff, but for weeks now they've been sinking into soft dirt, remains of last year's mulch. And I'm wondering if there might be a regulation against letting flowers grow up between your ski poles. Should be. Just in case, I'll remedy that today.
He (The Lord God himself, who is clothed in majesty and light)
made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down.
It is comforting knowing the Lord is in control. The weather doesn't always do what I want. Things don't always happen the way I want. I don't always get what I want or act the way I want. I have to learn and re-learn to be content and to trust. As Paul says in Phillipians 4:11, "I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." Content whatever the season, content whatever comes my way, or doesn't. Whatever... content.