Ice and Snow and Daffodils...

Ice and snow…again.

Winter this year feels like a long Lenten season. Sometimes you want the joy and warmth of Easter and you just keep having those days of waking up to ice and snow. As much as you'd like to live in resurrection glory, the sin that defines our lives keeps coming back. It may not even be our "sin." The brokenness of the world around us seeps into our existence regardless of the barriers we try to build to keep it out.

I looked at my daffodils…the harbinger of spring. They are bowed over under the weight of winter. Their faces are pushed into the ground.

Sin and brokenness…they push our faces into the ground. I think the Lenten life may be like spring daffodils. I think, for today, we face-plant and are miserable in the cold and wet. And tomorrow, or the next day, the sun will come out and the warmth will seep through our bones…and we will lift our faces to the sun.