It’s spring! Announced by the calendar and affirmed by the yellow blush of forsythia. A fresh season, unmussed and unmuddled. Yippee!
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 (NIV)
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to self-isolate and a time to embrace others,
a time to give up old habits and a time for fresh commitments.
This season of isolation will pass away like winter. Embrace your routine with fresh enthusiasm.
I hope that there will be a spring
and that I shall feel whole again,
but I must play out this string
and today it is the time of pain.
I hope that there will be a day
when hope itself can somehow rise,
but now the only hard-fought way
is the raising of my eyes
unto the hills that promise aid
from the mighty Lord of Hosts;
it most be coming, though delayed
and meanwhile I shall pay the cost
of faith delayed for such an age,
still sure there is a brighter page.
Psalm 121:1-2
lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
Thank you for this.
Absolutely! Always perfect advice.
Hope we can soon enjoy spring, Norma, up close and personal with friends.