The second day of March started with a snow storm. Big, fluffy flakes were coming down before we even woke up and covering the heaps of snow with a fresh, fluffy blanket.
In a winter of more snow then I can remember in any of my winters, this new snow gave a whole new fresh look to the landscape.
I delighted at the flakes. They were so pretty and I don’t think I’ll have get tired of watching snow fall. But I also sighed. It was the second day of March and I wasn’t expecting an overnight thaw complete with daffodils blooming but I was hoping for a little sign that Spring was coming.
The girls begged to go outside and I said yes. Why not? This winter will end and we’ll be glad we played in the snow.
We’ve gotten a ton of snow this winter (have I said that already?) but this snow was different. It was fluffy and wet, the perfect snowman building snow. We took some toys out, the girls mimicking the heavy equipment they’ve watched from the living room window. Shovels, dump trucks and tractors.
I started rolling balls. We made an Olaf, we made a snow bear and we threw many snowballs. I started a snow house. The wind was quiet and we stayed warm, shedding layers as the morning went on.
If February is a month of cozy days and fighting the winter gloom then March is a month of waiting and looking for Spring.
Waiting isn’t fun. Just ask any woman in her last trimester of pregnancy or anyone waiting to hear back about a job interview or sitting in the room, waiting for a doctor. Waiting for a wound to heal, for the wind to change, for the phone to ring.
The thing about waiting is that you can’t rush it. You can’t skip it. You can’t go around. You’ve got to wait. You’ve got to go through it.
Sometimes it can be a dragging of the feet and heavy sighs. And sometimes it can be saying yes to what is right in front of you and living in the right now. A looking for something good about this moment. I’ve done plenty of both this winter. But even in all the waiting, there is always good. Because God is good and I believe that He is orchestrating my days. Even the waiting. And yes, even the snow storms.
Tell me how you wait, for Spring or the other events in your life?