Who doesn’t love it when cold blasts of wind turn to warm zephyrs? I can never decide whether I love spring or fall best. Fall has cross country, a new school year complete with new beginnings, the all-pervasive fall color, cool temperatures and the relief of a drop in humidity, a chance to wear jeans, a crisp feel in the air, and a legitimate time to go around in dress-up clothes. And although fall brings never-ending football, it also brings my birthday and my sweet daughter’s birthday, so it almost evens out.
However, spring, with its beautiful, delicate new life growing and blossoming everywhere after a season of death, and the feeling of hope that comes with it, is pretty amazing. It always makes me think of a verse I just read this morning: “For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5). It also makes me think of His faithfulness, that He will come through no matter how hopeless and dead everything looks.
No matter which season is better–spring or fall–we are enjoying the nice weather.