The Day Spring Sprung Up a Prose in My Heart
Chicago has been nicknamed the windy city appropriately and I have often heard it said by many who live here that Chicago has mostly every other thing but good weather.
I wrote this on a beautiful March morning. Just some few days earlier cars plowed through mountains of snow. Streets were deserted of walking pedestrian. Every one was clad in heavy overcoats and multiple layers of clothing within their vehicles. Trees hung still in deathlike postures and the birds reserved their songs.
Winter could indeed be a messy season.
Long lines of traffic on Interstate 90.
Snow trucks fighting losing battles.
Messy sidewalks and driveways.
Skidding cars.
Restless kids converting the desire for outdoor adventures into mischief around the house.
Depressive granddads and moms.
Winter could also be economically demanding.
Escalated energy bills.
A fresh consignment of winter wears for the kids ...
That morning was different though. I stepped outside and instead of the cold and chilly, a refreshing wind greeted my face. Spring had come.
Soon the flowers will blossom again. The green of the grasses will replace the once dry and yellow carpets of lawns and meadows. Rain will fall again and everything will spring forth. The birds will take up their songs again as the very last of the snow laces melt beneath the radiant sunshine.
Soon men and women will leave the confines of winter and frolic on the streets again. Pools, lakes, parks and beaches will teem once again with people basking in the fun of a new season.
I can’t help but think of life in such a poetic moment. Life’s seasons do change.
You may be in the winter of life right now. The very atmosphere around you is chilly and messy. The bill compartment is bulging with unpaid bills. You slipped at work and got the pink slip. Depression hangs around you and you seem to have lost your song. Are you bereaved or abandoned? Dreams of changing the world fading in the face of debts and bills.
Are you at the end of your ropes about to let go.
Hey wait a while! I can see something here. Seasons do change.
Spring is here for you.
He woke up that morning and all his palace attendants knew something bad had happened and another was about to happen. His face showed it all. Soon the palace gates swung open and in streamed all kinds of people from the entire length and breadth of Babylon.
The stargazers came in with their telescopes , wizards with their wands. Arioch the trainer of magic brought the brightest of the graduating students in his school of magic for field work.The heavily-bearded sages of Babylon walked into Nebuchadnezzar’s palace at his summon hugging their worn out books of solutions.
King Neb dreamed a troubling dream that morning and had forgotten it. He needed the wise to shed the light.
The meeting began, no solution could be found and a death sentence hung over all wise men in Babylon.The executioners began their tasks. Taking wise heads off the shoulders that carried them.
Daniel and his friends being part of those accounted as wise in Babylon had the same sentence on them.
But Daniel went to the king and asked for time.
He got his time, added the ingredient of prayer with his company of friends.
The faithful God of heaven heard his prayers and revealed the secret to him.
Daniel’s story had changed from the hunted to the exalted. In the euphoria of this deliverance he uttered those words that made me bring up this story in the first place.
In praise an adoration of God He said;
“He changes the times and the seasons…”
He changes the times and the seasons. He turns winter to spring-even your winter. He is the turn-around specialist. He turns the curse into a blessing. He brings laughter out of captivity. He turns the fortune of the mourner until his joy moves his legs in unhindered dancing.
He changes the times and the seasons.
Hold on to the word he has spoken. Your season will change.
I wrote this on a beautiful March morning. Just some few days earlier cars plowed through mountains of snow. Streets were deserted of walking pedestrian. Every one was clad in heavy overcoats and multiple layers of clothing within their vehicles. Trees hung still in deathlike postures and the birds reserved their songs.
Winter could indeed be a messy season.
Long lines of traffic on Interstate 90.
Snow trucks fighting losing battles.
Messy sidewalks and driveways.
Skidding cars.
Restless kids converting the desire for outdoor adventures into mischief around the house.
Depressive granddads and moms.
Winter could also be economically demanding.
Escalated energy bills.
A fresh consignment of winter wears for the kids ...
That morning was different though. I stepped outside and instead of the cold and chilly, a refreshing wind greeted my face. Spring had come.
Soon the flowers will blossom again. The green of the grasses will replace the once dry and yellow carpets of lawns and meadows. Rain will fall again and everything will spring forth. The birds will take up their songs again as the very last of the snow laces melt beneath the radiant sunshine.
Soon men and women will leave the confines of winter and frolic on the streets again. Pools, lakes, parks and beaches will teem once again with people basking in the fun of a new season.
I can’t help but think of life in such a poetic moment. Life’s seasons do change.
You may be in the winter of life right now. The very atmosphere around you is chilly and messy. The bill compartment is bulging with unpaid bills. You slipped at work and got the pink slip. Depression hangs around you and you seem to have lost your song. Are you bereaved or abandoned? Dreams of changing the world fading in the face of debts and bills.
Are you at the end of your ropes about to let go.
Hey wait a while! I can see something here. Seasons do change.
Spring is here for you.
He woke up that morning and all his palace attendants knew something bad had happened and another was about to happen. His face showed it all. Soon the palace gates swung open and in streamed all kinds of people from the entire length and breadth of Babylon.
The stargazers came in with their telescopes , wizards with their wands. Arioch the trainer of magic brought the brightest of the graduating students in his school of magic for field work.The heavily-bearded sages of Babylon walked into Nebuchadnezzar’s palace at his summon hugging their worn out books of solutions.
King Neb dreamed a troubling dream that morning and had forgotten it. He needed the wise to shed the light.
The meeting began, no solution could be found and a death sentence hung over all wise men in Babylon.The executioners began their tasks. Taking wise heads off the shoulders that carried them.
Daniel and his friends being part of those accounted as wise in Babylon had the same sentence on them.
But Daniel went to the king and asked for time.
He got his time, added the ingredient of prayer with his company of friends.
The faithful God of heaven heard his prayers and revealed the secret to him.
Daniel’s story had changed from the hunted to the exalted. In the euphoria of this deliverance he uttered those words that made me bring up this story in the first place.
In praise an adoration of God He said;
“He changes the times and the seasons…”
He changes the times and the seasons. He turns winter to spring-even your winter. He is the turn-around specialist. He turns the curse into a blessing. He brings laughter out of captivity. He turns the fortune of the mourner until his joy moves his legs in unhindered dancing.
He changes the times and the seasons.
Hold on to the word he has spoken. Your season will change.
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