by Emily Conrad
The first day of spring came this week, and it’s colder outside than I’d like.
Still, I’ve been going out most days, walking my dogs. The strolls have been a nice break, because though it’s cold outside, it’s busy inside.
March of this year is fulled with big events, from my first book launch to my thirty-fifth birthday.
The new phase of writing, especially, has challenged and stretched me.
So as I was sitting here, trying to figure out a blog post, I came up blank and resorted to scrolling all the way through the document I keep of partially-written blog posts that I think I might someday use.
The entry at the very end–which means I put it in there quite a while ago, as I tend to add new material at the start–was a scrap of a poem about spring. Finding it was like unwrapping a gift.
I’d forgotten all about it, and I believe God brought me back to it at just the right time. Sometimes, entering a new season, it’s nice to remember that thawing and growth take time, and that as we undergo the process we’re safe, blanketed by the love and power of Jesus!
Spring in Wisconsin
A labor that reminds
Our hurried souls
Growth takes time
And fits of flurries and sun
Even the tall magnolia
Needs protection from the frost
Blankets to shelter the fragile blooms
It's so true, we stumble across those pieces at just the right moments to be reminded of truth! I loved this poem 🙂
Thank you, Allie! Sometimes the heart God's working on through writing is the writer's own. I love how He does that <3
Beautiful poem, Emily….great post.
Thanks for sharing!
Good luck and God's blessings
Emily, when you think that a little tiny black dot in the palm of your hand will become a zinnia, or morning glory, or whatever DNA lies inside, it's amazing. It goes into the soil and with the right amount of "encouragers" like sun and water—plus time—it's a beautiful treasure. I wish more of our world recognized it takes slow to grow. Cheers
Thank you, Pamela!
It's true, that is amazing to think about! Thanks so much for stopping by!