It’s the dead of winter, 6 a.m. and a spring picture entered my mind. I could see myself on my knees, in my flower bed, cleaning leaves and planting flowers. Minus 25 degrees Celsius outside, the thought warmed my heart.

So many things are unknown, and yet I hope for spring. It is a sure hope.

It isn’t just because it always arrives, but because that is exactly what God says in His word. He promised that the seasons would continue and He keeps His promises. I find that comforting.

The longer I live, the more I see His truth in every area of life. What the Lord says coincides with reality. You reap what you sow. Thankfully, when we’ve chosen poorly, He doesn’t always give us a bumper crop.

Forgiving actually will set the forgiver free, and on and on. When we seek after God’s wisdom, though our path is uphill we have a sure and constant guide.