A Spring Heart

There’s light streaming in through the living room window from the fading western sky. The open petals of my purple tulips are translucent, holding shadows of the pistils through their delicate fingers.

The sun makes it feel warmer than it is. In truth, we’ve continued to wait for warmer weather. For flowers blooming, for the hope of life in bloom that’s crawling to us.

Buds are now coming up on trees and bushes, some more ready than others. There are still branches pretty bare; they will take their own time to come into season.

Our healing is not the same; some of us will move more quickly, an overnight blooming in a sense. Others of us will take a little longer, slowly working through the pace our bodies, minds, and souls need. For the latter, it may get disheartening, as it seems like we don’t see any change at all, and peel our eyes on our own inner branches, looking for any sign of spring.

It’s there, though. Keep believing. Keep looking. Spring is coming to your heart; yes, a spring heart is attainable, as we fall on the One who unfurls and introduces each season in due time.

Spring is coming to my heart and mind. I continue to tell myself this, fill my head with fact as I look at traces of healing, God’s faithfulness, along these lonely months.

My eyes are fixed on these tulips like a lifeline; willing the sun to stay, spread its rays in my heart. We care about what’s coming, and I’m calling on the hope to come.

God keeps bringing the flowers and the birdsong and the brighter days to tell me to hold on.

Let us hold on.

Spring is coming. Our hearts and minds will mend again.