Spring is such a beautiful, metaphorical time.

Everything that once seemed dead comes to life yet again.

Even the brownest of grass and the greyest of trees begin to green once more.

The long, wispy tendrils of winter air no longer threaten the treetops, and

The frigid, frozen ground no longer frightens the roots.

All that was once dead, comes alive once again.

Even our houses seem to come alive,

As the sunlight pours in each window—

A little more golden than before.

As the air warms, so do our homes,

As we move to clear away the cobwebs and the clutter of the coldest season of the year.

And as the air warms, so do our hearts,

As we allow the greening trees and the goldening sun to pierce the coldest places inside of us.

It’s as if each individual ray of light shines through to our hearts,

Reminding us that we can begin again, too—

That we can have springtime, too.

You see, the God of the springtime is also the God of you and me.

The God who makes feeble trees flourish and dormant plants dance

Is the same God who makes dead hearts beat again and dead souls breathe again.

So let the spring remind you of the God of springtime:

The God who wants to breathe new life into you once more.