After months of cold blustery winter, warm weather has finally reached the heartland of the midwest. At least for a few days at a time!!! I have to say I am NOT a winter person. I am not interested in the changing of the seasons, now I agree they are beautiful….from a distance! Give me a coast, a tropical beach, sand, 70*~80* weather any day of the year and I am one happy camper! It can snow in someone else’s backyard. I think you get the idea. Winter makes great calendars..
As I walked to the mailbox this afternoon I noticed a small, mind you VERY small hyacinth peeking its lovely head from the ground. Seeming to say,” Hello Mr. Sun, where have you been hiding?” Robins are beginning to chirps loudly out my bedroom window each morning. All evidence of the horrific snowfall of two weeks ago are gone. With it, winter coats have been shed along with gloves, hats and boots. The trees look dead, although they are only resting. White snowmen disappear, and black piles of parking lot snow melt.
As winter sheds all of her uglies, all of her dead “skin” so to say, and readies herself for the next season of life, God begins to paint a picture. His canvas has been washed clean. Winter has given him a new start. His color pallet will be bright and vibrant. Trees no longer hold the drab gray of winters rest. The earth begins to waken. Grasses turn green, flowers burst into brilliant colors of red, yellow, orange, purple, pink, white.
I look at myself, I saw in me all of the drab uglies God had to work with. The blood of Jesus is my “winter”. His blood like the winter snow, covered me. I have found rest in my Lord, now it’s my springtime, and God has given me His pallet. I have been washed by the blood of the lamb. I’m peeking at spring! 
