Today is the day for a miracle …
Today the calendar says spring, but when has the calendar ever told us anything true?
As I write, darkness has dropped, the wind is howling, and the hanging porch lights are twisting like terrified animals on their chains.
The sound of this wild March wind does not make me feel cozy. It sounds too much like someone in pain.
Today is the day for a miracle …
I keep telling myself spring is already here. I’ve known for days that it was time to plant. Peas, lettuce, radishes, beets, spinach, swiss chard … so much needs to be in the ground.
But who has faith for gardening in the midst of snow flurries and sleet?
Today is the day for a miracle …
The apple trees we ordered months ago have arrived. They look like apple sticks. The children do not believe me when I tell them we’ll bake pies. I’m not sure I believe myself.
But I’ve seen more winters than my children, and I do know this: the day when daffodils emerge is not the day for hope. The day when seedlings show the bright green of new life is not the day for faith. That day came and went.
This is the day for a miracle. This day. The dark day. The cold day. The day when all you can see is mud and broken things, like so many toys strewn across the backyard.
Easter Sunday is not the day for miracles. It is the day for praise.
Every miracle we ever needed, every miracle we ever wanted begins on Good Friday.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”
Isaiah 43:19
*Today I am listening to this song by Hans Kraenzlin
Absolutely lovely, Christie. And right on target, too. Thank you.
You are welcome, Diana. It’s nice to see you here.
Christie, in the midst of our long winter, I am feeling that dark and cold…both physically and somewhat spiritually. I hadn’t thought about it this way…that this is the time for hope and longing and faith. This was an emotional and much-needed read for me. Thank you for the beautiful simplicity!
You are welcome, Christiana! Praying God gives you hope today – while spring is yet unseen.
Very moving – I shared this with a friend who is desperately needing a miracle for her newborn daughter.
I’m so glad, Esther. This is my prayer for so many. Know that I’m here praying with you for your friends.
This… this is word beauty.. and truth beauty. Amen.
“Easter Sunday is not the day for miracles. It is the day for praise.
Every miracle we ever needed, every miracle we ever wanted begins on Good Friday.”
Thank you, “MarshaMarshaMarsha” (love that, by the way!). I’m so glad you stopped by.