If you've ever met me, probably within 10 seconds you found out that I am from The Pine Tree State, Vacationland, Lobster Country... Maine. I am from Maine.
If you talked to me for more than 30 seconds, you found out how much I adore Maine. I probably described the brilliant colors of the Maple trees in contrast the steady Evergreens in the Fall. I probably described the rocky coast of the Atlantic and the way the sea salt air seeps into my skin when I return to my homeland. Maine's beauty is unlike any place I've ever lived or been.
I lived in a city in Michigan when I went to Bible school. It was the most ugly place. I loved Bible school. The people were fantastic. But, the beauty of Michigan was not displayed well in that little city. Sorry, Michigan- I must confess that my impression of you has been marred. I know that you are much more lovely than I experienced. I need to go and visit pretty places in Michigan.
Now, I am in training in Missouri. I am on the Lake of the Ozarks. It's not the same as Maine, but it's still pretty in it's way. And, there is one thing that Missouri has on Maine.
Spring.
In Maine, Spring doesn't really exists. It's lots of snow and then it's lots of mud and then Summer. Okay. It might not be quite that bad, but compared to other places, Spring isn't too grand in Maine.
I have always heard people rave about Spring. I never got it. Fall has always been my favorite season and Spring has always been my least favorite. I didn't understand the fascination with Spring. Living here has helped me understand it more. In fact, it's changed my view on Spring.
It's a beautiful thing to watch deadness come to life.
I can't help but think of how Christ gives us newness of life after being dead, separated from Him. I love watching the joy in a new believers life. So full of hope!
God allows seasons of life, too. How wonderful it is to have the hope of Spring in the deadness of Winter.
