Still the Robins

      After enjoying unseasonably warm (60's) weather in March, our recent late season snowstorm has been particularly painful. I usually welcome the early spring snow because, when it melts away, the grass beneath has gone from dormant gray to green. Six inches, however, seems a little excessive. I know the Lord has greater purposes in the weather than the convenience of Connie Lamb and her winter weary friends, but I'm hoping He's in a hurry to accomplish it. If I controlled the weather, my purpose for the deep dumps of snow across our country would be to tweak the noses of the global warming fearmongers. Climate change, I'll show you climate change!

 

  Still the Robins 

When winter waned with warmth and sun,

I hoped an early spring would come,

to join the robins who've come home.

 

Instead, our spring arrived with snow 

which buried plants and hope below.

But still, the robins come and go.

 

Since their Creator is the one 

who melts the snow and warms the sun,

the robins trust that spring will come.

Could I, His daughter, trust my King,

and find the faith the robins bring

to seed the snow with hope of spring? 

 

3/24/24