Ah, it’s here at last! The day I have been longing and looking for since the first chilly wind blew across the Bluegrass and I had to pull out my coat, crank up the heat and say goodbye to warm weather.
It is the day of the first warm spring breeze, the day when I open wide the windows in my house so the staleness of the winter can waft away. In its place comes the warmth and sunshine and liveliness of the spring air. I can almost feel it sweeping through the house, pushing before it the gloom of winter – done with that! Ready for new things in the new spring.
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It’s amazing how one gentle warm breeze from the south can infuse me with hope and enthusiasm. And it also brings back vivid memories of other places and spaces where I have encountered springtime with open arms and upturned face in an attitude of worship. I get glimpses of myself walking across my college campus, always beautiful when the snow finally melts and the daffodils begin to bud. I remember trees with white buds in Hot Springs and the stark blue sky of Orlando. I remember running home from school, sweater clutched in my hand, loving the hard smell of new grass and warming dirt. Though I am grateful for the memories, I know the importance of living forward – stepping confidently into the future. And actually, I’ve spent the winter looking into the future, wondering if I will ever be warm again. The beautiful breeze now drifting through my windows is a wonderful reassurance. It tells me, plain as words, that yes! spring is coming as it always has. Yes, I will be warm again. Yes, I can start dreaming and moving and living once again in another springtime of my life. The spring of life is always yes.