By Kathy Joy, Author, Breath of Joy: Singing Spring
The first mild morning–that particular morning when you trade in the heavy coat for a mere sweater–is cause for celebration.
But this year it’s different. This year, we are self-isolating; hunkering down, finding new ways to fix canned beans.
While coronavirus dominates the news, spring tiptoes in: Hesitantly, on cat-like feet, it slinks in sideways, taking a seat in the shadows.
Nobody notices a shift in the breeze, a heady buoyant quality that tousles pigtails and tugs playfully on sequestered souls.
Robins, oblivious to the crisis, are leaning in for earthworms, pausing only to trill their signature birdsong.
Living things are stretching their roots beneath our feet, wriggling and rejoicing at the approach of the resurrection.
It’s all happening, all around us, despite the looming dread of COVID-19.
Tight-fisted rhododendrons are ready to unfurl in bursts of pink, purple, red and white; forsythia hedges will soon be trumpeting their yellow splendor; daffodils not far behind in their marching brigades of buttery magnificence.
If we could just part the curtains on spring’s arrival and take a peek, we might be astonished. We might be gladdened; we might be reminded who’s got this whole weary world in His hands.
“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Instead, fear the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Aren’t two sparrows cheap, sold two for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered” (Matthew 10:28-20, Study Bible).