Spring is in the air…

Spring is in the air…For some of you, especially in Oklahoma, this means allergy season, and I’m sorry. But since I’m blessed with not having to deal with allergies, spring for me is newness and refreshment. I sometimes wish New Year’s Day was during springtime because I feel now how I wish I would feel at the beginning of each year—light and full of hope.

The cozy winter days spent under blankets and watching Christmas movies is okay for a while. But every year when the temperature picks up and I can turn down my heater and walk outside without a jacket, I feel lighter somehow. I can breathe more easily–as if winter had become a physical burden.

Even though spring doesn’t officially start until next week, it started for me this past week. When I pulled into the parking lot at work, the row of trees which had been bright orange in November and completely bare just a week ago were covered with white blossoms. Every day I drove past them this week, I was reminded of Anne of Green Gables’ “White Way of Delight.”

“Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle.

Its beauty seemed to strike the child dumb…”Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,” [Anne] whispered, “that place we came through–that white place–what was it?”

“Well now, you must mean the Avenue,” said Matthew after a few moments’ profound reflection. “It is a kind of pretty place.”

“Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn’t seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don’t go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful–wonderful…But they shouldn’t call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it–let me see–the White Way of Delight” (Montgomery 1908, 16-17).

Spring blossoms

The coming of springtime also reminds me of one of JJ Heller’s more recent songs, You Keep Your Promises. Click here to watch the lyric video!

“The waiting hands of winter
Catch us when we fall.
Is it just me? I can’t believe
The green of spring was ever here at all.

You keep Your promises.
You keep Your promises.
I might not see it yet.
You keep Your promises.

There is hope within the breaking of the heart of every seed,
And I know You feel the aching at the end of all good things.
I believe in restoration. I believe that You redeem.
Because I know somehow the sycamore will bloom again in spring.

You keep Your promises.
You keep Your promises.
I might not see it yet.
There will be life again” (Heller 2017).

Every time you see a tree in bloom this season, even as you’re sneezing from allergies, just remember…God keeps his promises.



Heller, JJ. 2017. “You Keep Your Promises.” Stone Table Records.

Montgomery, L.M. 1908. Anne of Green Gables. New York: Bantam Books.

1 Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s