Spring is a season of anticipation.
I once heard a message on Hebrews which used the first signs of spring as a metaphor for faith. Faith is the anticipation of what is promised— and spring is the anticipation of the sun coming back , a new plants blooming, and future harvest — April showers bring May flowers and all that.
As a season of waiting as well as ups and downs, there are ways in which I feel personified by the season
