LIFE

It's been such a long time since I have felt the need or have had the opportunity to blog, that I almost forgot I had one! I stumbled upon it quite by accident, actually, through a series of catch-ups with various social networks of which I'd lost connection. Well, give me a few (or few hundred) snow days, and I'm all caught up!
I look out my window on days like these and find myself continually vacillating between the feelings of absolute depression, and complete contentment. A birch tree without leaves is not a lovely sight to behold; yet, throw on some white, glistening snow and a hungry blue jay, and, voila: beauty in the ugly. Life in death. I keep reminding myself that, although I can't see them, those daffodil bulbs are sprouting through the frozen ground. The snow - that cold, hard, insurmountable pile of snow is, even now, keeping them warm. At this very moment, the trees are preparing to send out their leaves. With white, gray death surrounding me, the promise of life is my hope, my promise, my guarantee.
Is that what Jesus thought of while he was hanging in unimaginable physical, spiritual, and emotional pain on the rugged cross? Was he reminded of His very creation and the illustration of His plan given to us by it? Was His hope, His promise, His guarantee of His resurrection what gave Him the courage to press on until "it was finished"? More importantly, was the promise of MY life even while I was dead, forefront in His mind?
I still won't apologize for thinking green is prettier than white, blue is more beautiful than gray. I will probably still complain every time I have to put on my coat, boots... and every time I have to warm up my car to pull out of the driveway. Make no mistake though, I know the hope I have: the hope of Spring... the promise of new life.