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