“Time changes tomorrow,” my husband said at our porch party Saturday morning. “I need to take down the white Christmas lights.”
Sometimes I resist change.
Hearing his announcement about daylight savings time, I felt a little unsettled. Out of sorts. It seemed I was late for something important and needed to hurry and catch up.
Weird, I know. And irrational.
Maybe it’s because we’re racing toward spring, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to winter.
And the lights were so beautiful.
I remembered how they looked when it snowed a few days earlier.
Almost magical.
I felt caught between winter and spring–like having children at home and then adapting to an empty next. “Why don’t we just leave them up all year?”
“Because time’s changing. More daylight hours. And if we never took them down, pretty soon, we wouldn’t even notice them.”
Later that day, I walked around the porch and spotted signs of spring.
The wreath tied with pink ribbon.
My rain boots.
The dwindling stack of firewood.
The rabbit under my grandmother’s old table.
Something occurred to me–
A few days ago, I’d noticed a thin layer of ice in the bird bath. The same day, daffodils on the side of the road waved.
Ice and daffodils.
Like a van Gogh painting, the last hint of gray winter softly blended with the pastels of spring.
Maybe this transition helps us surrender the past and anticipate the future.
And maybe God, in His mercy, often eases us into the next season of life.
Have you ever felt this way about time changing? Life changes? Family changes?
What season are you in right now?
Love,
Julie