Last week, I took three Covid tests because I had a sore throat and cough that appeared after being in a show with many people (in very tight quarters for extended periods of time). Alas, it wasn’t coronavirus causing such, reactions as all my tests came back negative and I’ve gotten every shot offered. No, while the physical exertion probably contributed, it wasn’t the musical, either. I believe my ailments to be a product of The Great Pollinating, or as most would say, Spring.
This change in season has caused me to pop a throat lozenge four times a day, blow my nose with the ferocity of an elephant, and rub my eyes to the point of avoiding mascara altogether.
And yet, I freaking love Spring. It’s my favorite season, in fact. The blooming flowers, the soft breeze, the evening sunshine…I wish to spend one hundred percent of my time outside, in spite of the reality that my face has settled into a permanent pink predicament.
To me, Spring is worth the sneezes.
But why? Lamentations 3:22-24 goes further to explain:
22 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
Allergies cannot keep me from enjoying this March weather. Fear of rejection cannot inhibit me from pursuing a new relationship. Tear-stained memories cannot stop me from remembering deceased loved ones. The cross cannot stop Easter morning from breaking through the darkness.
We must always remember, the Lord is our portion. The newness that is promised on the other side of strife…these buds are worthy of waiting in the Springtime weeds.
Food for thought: What hurt keeps you from being vulnerable? How can you give that strain to God?
Rachel Fisher 