I haven’t had much to say this winter. Let’s just say I’ve been dormant – as in a deep sleep. Or perhaps alive - but not actively growing. My faith has remained steadfast, I have been putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward in that faith alone as storm winds continue to buffet. Recently an unexpected and serious diagnosis is handed down to my mom – the only parent,grandparent remaining after a year of many family deaths. As painful as it is, I recognize that it does not shake my faith, nor does it strangle the tender bud of fresh hope that has lately appeared.
I trudge to my cabin in a downpour, enjoying the rain and the mud, inhaling the woodsy smells. I pause to examine countless green buds on a branch – the sign that new life is about to explode. This life has been there all the while, of course. Throughout the harsh winter, life has been coursing deep within – no matter how naked the branches or how seemingly dead the tree.
I see myself in this branch and a song rises in my heart – a song that I wrote in a prayer meeting many years ago while meditating on scripture:
Arise my love and come with me
The winter has past and the rains have gone
Arise my love, my beautiful one
The season of singing has come
I am ready for a new season of fruitfulness, but I do not ask to leave this wilderness or this dark night. I ask only that I can sing from the depths of a satisfied soul, no matter what my circumstances, rejoicing in the abundant life coursing deep within me.
Photo credit: Springing to Life by Steph P, Canada