The warm air, the greening fields, the restless winds whisper of a change in season.
Yesterday evening, with the sun setting later, the kids and their friends ran wild across the farm, giving the ga-ga pit its first action of the year. I turned on the string lights—an iconic sign that farm events are near. Sipping my favorite drink, I let the noise settle.
The last hours of winter are behind us. Spring is here.
Then, in the midst of my quiet, a sound—a soft baa, a tender bleat. It cut through the kids’ laughter, the birds chirping, even Nacho’s ever-alert braying. We ran to the pasture, and there, standing on wobbly legs, were two newborn lambs. Right there, in the moment my soul was embracing the new season, new life arrived!
Could there be any clearer confirmation that hope is alive? That rebirth is not just a metaphor but a reality unfolding before us? The dead wood gives way. The fresh green emerges. Life rises up, invades the cold, and overtakes what once lay dormant.
I encourage you—pause for a moment. Turn down the volume of the world. Set aside the noise of opinions and distractions. Breathe in what is real, what is unfolding beyond human hands.
Spring is the season of renewal, fresh hope, and new beginnings. Dreams take root, friendships blossom, and opportunities awaken.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
Isaiah 43:19