When will spring come?

This is the hardest part of the weather calendar in N. Indiana.

The caldendar says it's spring, reality says "it's ugly."  Things are ready to go, mowers have been serviced, hedge has been trimmed.  Irrigation system is functional again.  Bud's are on the trees and bushes...the evergreens aren't just green now, they are awake!  Robin's are busy being the "dirty birds" of the neigborhood.  Lily tracks fresh scent everywhere we go.  We are ready, where is spring?

It feels like Thanksgiving Day when I was a little  boy.  Would our guests and extended family ever arrive...

"Mom, how soon will they be here?"  

"Pretty soon BJ."  

"Mom do you think they're still coming?" 

"BJ, they will all be here, just like last year." 

"But mom, we are ready, where is everyone?" 

"They are on the way."  

"Then where are they?"  

"BJ, why don't you wait outside for them, greet them when they arrive."  

"I think they changed their mind, they aren't coming this year." 

That's the way our conversation advanced every year.  A little boy, anticipating a favorite event, thinking it would never happen...but it always did.

I'm ready but spring just hasn't arrived...yet.  When it does come and the days slip quickly into summer...the memory of this misery becomes dim, almost dream like.  Every day a new color explodes some place along my route to the office.  It's warm, balmy...with life sustaining showers from time to time.

There are many "seasons" in our lives...they come, they go--some are better than others; they make life interesting and always produce something my memory clings to, which produces a life-time of pleasure and expands my perspective.

Yes, spring hasn't arrived but summer's comin'.  It will be OK, sooner than later.  I can wait, the memories from "seasons past" will sustain me.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!