The fresh dew of spring

Spring semester has proven itself to be a lovely semester. I remember the pleasant surprises that came last year around this time — walks at Jemison, lighthearted, and longer afternoons full of play. Now, sophomore year. I am feeling that winter is about to bid its final farewell, and spring is peeking around the corner. There is just something about spring.

Spring sounds like birds saying good morning on my way to my class at 8 am. It smells like grass and outside clothes. It feels like the warm sun on my face and it feels like the fresh dew in the morning.

The dew of spring.

1) It leaves the grass, early, as the sun rises.

2) It deeply refreshes the ground.

Before Redeemer college’s first gathering of the year, we talked about the idea of the Lord wiping away the dew that sneakily lays on us. Like windshield wipers, the Lord so graciously wipes away our sin, our sorrow, and our worry that we carry and oh what a picture to dwell on. As a child of God, we get to delight in this hope.

But, I also love looking at the dew of spring in a different way. Refreshing. It is the idea of going to play outside early in the morning as a little kid, running in the grass, barefoot. Everything is waking up for the day, refreshed. The ground is cool, the air is crisp, and there is a stillness. It reminds me of a quiet river, slow and steady. A calm noise, in the middle of so much busy noise.

Spring feels like the dew on the ground. I am reminded that any yuckiness that I carry is wiped away because of the unending, beautiful grace that is poured over me. I am reminded that I am continually made new. I am reminding that I get to rest in the steady embrace of my Father. I am reminded of the simple passage of Psalm 23.

Fall semester of sophomore year I marked Isaiah 58:11 in my Bible with a green striped ribbon. Coming back to my marked page, it so clearly captures the changing of seasons, winter to spring — “And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.”

Listening. Looking. Learning and unlearning. Growing. Refining. Enjoying,

Oh the season of spring.