It was a long weekend with nearly 400 miles spend staring through the windshield of the rental car. Winter continues to influence my spirit. Saturday I drove in light snow. The car got salted on the treated North Country roads. I have yet to meet the person who is claiming that ours was a "mild winter." It's been long and wearisome, even for those who enjoy winter. My soul is gray.
Last night after a busy Sunday, I walked from a meeting and prepared for the drive back home. My spirit was done for the day--depleted and drained. And then, I heard them: Pseudacris Crucifers, chorus frogs, spring peepers. These tiny creatures sing of hope; they make my heart sing too. They fill the night with cheerful assurance. The winter is gone now. Spring has come though it may not yet have arrived in all its fullness. There is hope in the night. There is a song that beaks the silence. It comes from an unexpected and invisible source--from a community of tiny, little frogs.
So tonight, step out onto your porch. Listen! Listen for the hope that creation sings. Listen for the peepers with their chorus filling the damp night air. Then rest in the assurance that the song instills in your soul.
Thank you, God, for the songs of the peepers that come at just the right times. Fill our lives with your hope. Amen.
Last night after a busy Sunday, I walked from a meeting and prepared for the drive back home. My spirit was done for the day--depleted and drained. And then, I heard them: Pseudacris Crucifers, chorus frogs, spring peepers. These tiny creatures sing of hope; they make my heart sing too. They fill the night with cheerful assurance. The winter is gone now. Spring has come though it may not yet have arrived in all its fullness. There is hope in the night. There is a song that beaks the silence. It comes from an unexpected and invisible source--from a community of tiny, little frogs.
So tonight, step out onto your porch. Listen! Listen for the hope that creation sings. Listen for the peepers with their chorus filling the damp night air. Then rest in the assurance that the song instills in your soul.
Thank you, God, for the songs of the peepers that come at just the right times. Fill our lives with your hope. Amen.
