The Winds of March: Letters From Home
This morning when I stepped outside to fill the bird feeders while my coffee brewed, the world felt different. The cold was gentler in a way, not as harsh. The snow has melted and the sweet smell of dirt was thick in the air. It’s strange to think that March is the month that flowers bloom and seeds are planted in the garden. I still feel very much in winter, mentally.
It has been a hard winter— in weather and in heart. Grief and sorrow and loss. Cold and wind and ice. The landscape without the thick layer of bright white snow now feels unfamiliar. While there’s still much of winter to endure, we are no longer in the thick of it. The winds of March are blowing. The thaw has come. All of nature waits in expectation.
The buds on branches are bursting forth. The birds are signing a new song. The crocus and daffodil shoots are poking through the clods of the cold ground. This is irreversible. When the snow returns—yet only for a while—the buds won’t shrink, the bulbs won’t reach their green shoots back underground. They will simply bear the remainder of winter in quiet strength, in hopeful expectation… that they, too, will bloom again.
“Don’t you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you!”
Blue eggs and buckets on the maples mean one thing. SPRING! I’m glad for something to look forward to. I’m glad that the seasons offer us tangible certainty when nothing else on this side of heaven does. They are a rhythm to live by that will not be largely unpredictable when the rest of the world is. They are a visible reminder of God’s unfailing love for His people, His promise of redemption. No matter what darkness we face—no matter how cold and long and harsh the winter, we must hope in God who hears us. We must pray for Spring. For the seeds that are sown in our heart to take root and bear fruit when summer comes.
This life is never going to be all I want it to be but rather all that God planned it to be. And so I anchor myself in Him and walk out the rhythm provided for me by His good and timely seasons. I suppose that is why I am still here allowing the internet look into my life…that your heart may be encouraged to do the same 🤍
—Kaetlyn