Every year has four seasons, though sometimes depending on where you live you might not really notice them. Most of my life I lived in Texas, where we have summer…and that’s about it. I love it. I’m a t-shirt and jeans kinda girl who loves to walk on the beach with her boots in her hands. It’s where I always thought I’d live. Texas is where my heart is. It’s where my family is from and where I’ll always feel at home.
God had different plans for me though. I’m married to a Mainah fisherman and we have all four seasons here, though my favorite one is the shortest of them all. Summer isn’t just short here in Vacationland, it isn’t really summer. There aren’t three months to live on the beach and swim in the ocean, you might get a week…and you’ll still need a hoodie once the sun begins to set.
Since God has me in Maine, I’ve learned to look at the different seasons and enjoy the unique things they bring. Though they might not bring my favorite things, I have found that each season has a blessing to be found.
Throughout winter we long for the spring. We wonder when will the flowers begin to bloom or the birds return to sing? Will winter ever be passed? Each year we think these same things as if we’ve never faced winter before.
Spring is upon us and with this season comes the newness of life. In the springtime I am reminded that in Christ we have new life. What a wonderful blessing that is to be reminded of as the world brings forth a new season of life. As I begin looking around I also see the many things that have new life as the snow begins to melt away. From the trees that bud to the flowers that bloom, the sound of a running stream and the muddy boots too, all of these truly sing of the newness of life we find in spring!
Here in Maine spring often has another name, mud season. Really and truly. We don’t put up the snow boots and slip on the sneakers around here. We live in mud boots for approx. 2 months. When the snow begins to melt and until the sun gets hot enough to dry it up, mud boots are required. Most of us have a “mud room” as you enter our homes and you’re expected to leave gear in there before going inside. If a kiddo forgets to do so, Momma is sure to know.
Spring has become my favorite season in Maine. Winter is very long and at times depressing, so I love and cherish the spring days when they come my way. Feeling the sun beat upon my face, the crocuses breaking through the ground and the promise of many fun filled days outside truly bring a newness to my life every spring.
What season do you most look forward to each year? What about spring speaks new life to you?