large as this longing

Winter lasts so long here in the great white north. I find it funny how northern midwesterners pretend its spring, long before the earth shows any signs of life. We try and fool ourselves into thinking winter is over. I wore my flip flops one day a couple weeks ago…I think it was like 51 degrees that day. My feet were cold all day. I didn’t want to admit that but they were. It was not near the satisfying experience that I had convinced myself it would be.

I think the closest thing to spring that we have during these awkward brown March-April days is finding a sunny day, parking your car in a wide open parking lot, and taking a nap. Incidentally my wife has discovered this secret long ago (She comes from a family of winter eluders).

My prayer today God is that you’ll resurrect spring like you did your Son…and sooner than later would be nice.