Spring has sprung . . .

I love spring!  I absolutely, positively have a passionate thing for spring.  The warmth, the sun, the visible signs of new life, the smell of possibilities and fresh beginnings…  how can you not have a deep and aching crush on spring?  Seriously – a "write-love- notes-with-little-curly-letters-and-scented-paper" crush.  Everywhere I look I see spring.  Whenever I think of spring, a break into a blinding smile.  If that isn’t a crush, I don’t know what is.  I love spring like a fat kid loves chocolate! 

All the seasons are spiritual as Nicole Nordeman sings in her song "every season." (great lyrics and powerful melody)  Take a look at these lyrics from my favorite song-writer:

Every evening sky, an invitation to trace the pattern stars.
And early in July, a celebration for freedom that is ours.
And I notice You in children’s games, in those who watch them from the shade.
Every drop of sun is full for fun and wonder.
You are summer.
And even when the trees have just surrendered to the harvest time, forfeiting
Their leaves in late September and sending us inside, still I notice You, when
Change begins and I am braced for colder winds,
I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s the come.
You are autumn.
And everything in time and under heaven finally falls asleep.
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation shivers underneath.
And still I notice You when branches crack and in my breath on frosted glass.
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter.
You are winter.
And every thing that new has bravely surfaced, teaching us to breathe.
And what was frozen through is newly purposed, turning all things green. So it
Is with You and how You make me new with every season’s change. And so it
Will be as You are recreating me,
Summer, autumn, winter, spring.

Even Nicole ends with the spring – made all the richer and more vibrant because of the other seasons of our lives.  Spring has the smell of recreation – new life. Our liturgical calendar even coincides with this death and new life experience as we journey through the season of lent to the joy of Easter.

So . . . stop and smell the roses and everything else in bloom.  Take not just a moment but several moments to deeply breath in the wondrous scent of spring.  It truly is but just a season in our life and we usually do not know the date of its arrival and departure.  So embrace it tightly while it is here.

Friggin’ hilarious joke for the week:  Why did Piglet look in the toilet?   Because he was looking for pooh!!! 

Oh – I’ve been listening to the big hits of the 80s throughout the day.  Man – we totally rocked!  Wang Chung is pure genius.

Love y’ns!  I’ll post more later.  Peace –

Melissa