It will come.

At the end of every winter, there is spring. On my first day of spring break, I slowed down in the morning to notice the daylight as it stretched through the window of my room. I thought about the assuredness of the sun rising each day, and the hope carried within each new morning. There is never any doubt that in the morning the sun will come up; we have unwavering faith in each day bringing a next. And at the end of each season, there is always something new. 

Spring speaks to God’s promises… of new life coming after death, and beauty after suffering.

Sun through bare branches.

“Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” - Hosea 6:3

Even though it’s 20 degrees and doesn’t feel like spring, there is faith that it will come. We know it will be here soon.

Light is coming.