Can we talk about waiting for a sec? Yeah, I know, it’s not exactly everyone’s favorite topic. But bear with me, because there’s something special about the waiting game, especially when it’s tied to the beauty of spring.

So, picture this: the sun starts peeking through the clouds, the birds are chirping like there’s no tomorrow, and those first few flowers begin to pop up. It’s like Mother Nature hitting the snooze button, slowly waking up from her winter slumber. And guess what? We’re in on the action, eagerly waiting for the show to unfold. Sure, waiting can feel like watching paint dry sometimes, but there’s a silver lining in those moments. It’s like being backstage at a concert, knowing that something awesome is about to happen—it’s all about anticipation, my friends. Think about those flower buds just chilling on the branches, taking their sweet time to bloom. They’re not stressing about deadlines or comparing themselves to other flowers—they’re just doing their thing at their own pace. And when they finally burst into bloom, it’s pure magic. That’s the joy of waiting right there.

But wait, there’s more! Waiting teaches us patience, my friends. It’s like a crash course in mindfulness—reminding us to stop and smell the roses, quite literally. Instead of rushing through life, we learn to savor the little moments, like the first warm breeze of spring or the sound of rain tapping on the window. And let’s not forget about resilience. Waiting isn’t always rainbows and butterflies; sometimes, it’s more like a rollercoaster ride with unexpected twists and turns. But hey, we hang in there, weathering the storms and celebrating the sunny days that follow.

So, as we soak up the sights and sounds of spring, let’s embrace the waiting game with open arms. Because in the end, the joy we find in waiting is just as sweet as the blossoms that bloom before our eyes. And in our faith, we find reassurance, knowing that just as spring follows winter, our waiting is never in vain, but part of a larger plan crafted by a loving and faithful Creator.


Season Bowers