The Hope of Spring

How do you feel about spring?

I love it! It fills me with such joy to see the first snowdrop… the first daffodil… to hear the birds sing…

After the long, dark days of winter, though it comes gradually, spring keeps coming… and it feels like such a gift.


Below is a poem I wrote one spring, when I’d been going through a rough time. Spring encourages me that, for those turn from wrong, follow Jesus as Lord and trust in alone Him for salvation (and we all need to), there is always hope ahead. Hard times do come to an end… and those who follow Jesus have an eternal hope awaiting them.


When hope comes sparkling, lifts cold mist

And sunshine beckons through bare trees,

And wind once silent trills with song,

The hope of spring has come.


When white buds peep through tired soil

And trees grow little, pregnant buds

And winter, old now, bows her throne

The hope of spring has come.


Then bouncing, laughing yellow life

And madly singing, thrilling world

And sunshine spilling, warming glow

The hope of spring has come.


The rush of colour, laugh of song.

Joy’s dance of rainbowed, flowering world.

Strong balm of beauty. Kiss of dawn.

The hope of spring has come.


Forget the long, dark, heavy days.

Gone are the hopeless, weary groans.

The old has gone. The new day dawns.

The hope of spring has come.


And oh! He calls me. Oh, He comes!

“Arise, dear one. Rise up and come!

The winter’s past. The rain has gone.”

The hope of spring has come.


I lift my weary, heavy head;

Look up with hope now, up to God.

I hear His voice; look up; live on.

The hope of spring has come.


(God is with you right now, waiting to give you hope. He gave His Son to provide a way of rescue from the judgement we all deserve. Jesus died on the cross so that we can be forgiven when we come to Him for forgiveness, turn from wrong and surrender to follow Him. It’s not always easy, but He is always there for us and it is the way to endless, eternal hope).


Thoughts on Autumn

What’s your view about autumn?

To be honest, I used to really dislike it. The amount of sunlight affects how I feel (like many others- maybe you, too), and the darkening descent into winter used to fill me with dread. It still does, a bit, but my attitude has also changed. My friend Jenny helped me to notice the beauty of the autumn colours. Once I began to pay attention, I began to realise that autumn is- well, stunning! I began to love things about this rich season with all its glorious, understated beauty.

It makes me realise again that God is such an incredible, all-wise Creator. He doesn’t just do things. He does them in style! Ok, so we need seasons in this world. He gave them for a reason. They’re part of a rhythm He put into our world.

“While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease.” Genesis 8:22autumn-blog

He made the seasons so beautiful! Even the slow descent into winter is attractive! And winter is never the end. God is the expert at bringing new beginnings. I think spring is an object lesson in God’s ability to bring new life when you think there can be nothing left.

It’s an encouragement to trust in Him. He always does things abundantly. He loves to make them beautiful. What He does is stunningly, amazingly good. If you’re on His side through Jesus, that’s a reason to be filled with hope, no matter how dark things may be.

He does all things well. He never makes mistakes. The seasons He makes are beautiful. His ways are abundantly good. His timing is perfect. He is trustworthy.

‘To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:’ Ecclesiastes 3:1

Ok, so this is a broken world. We only see echoes of Heaven here, amidst all the brokenness. But aren’t they beautiful echoes of Heaven? If you are trusting in Jesus as Saviour and following Him as Lord (and it’s not too late to do that now), it’s a reminder of hope in His plan, not just for this life but also a reminder of the Christian’s eternal Hope, where the beauty will be unspoiled.

‘Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. 2 Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. 4 And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”

5 Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”’ Revelation 21:1-5a

And sometimes it’s good to just appreciate the joy of the moment; of the gifts He has given right now.

‘He has made everything beautiful in its time.’ Ecclesiastes 3:11a

I was blessed the other week by an afternoon at Castle Howard in Yorkshire. It was a mild, sunny autumn day. I walked around the rose gardens, framed with gently bronzing leaves and warmed by brightly streaming sunshine, and the beauty was breathtaking. I tried to capture it in a poem. It’s not perfect (and it’s also about October!), but I thought I’d share it. I hope it helps you enjoy autumn, too- and trust in His perfect ways. 🙂

October Moment

Glowing out, all shimmering,

October slows. The birds still sing.

All gentle whispers, softly gleams

In peaceful beauty, softening.


As nature cools, the final blaze

Of colour wakens, spreads with grace

Across the patient, slowing days

And ripples peaceful in the trees.


I breathe this moment: glowing space

Before this beauty pass away.

Still catch it while it, glorious, spills

Across the gentle, soothing fields.


In stunning glory, final song,

This gentle, burnished beautiful.

Just for a moment, take and hold:

Drink in this splendour growing old.


This something waiting, breathtaking

That gleams across this peaceful scene.

It calms and joys and wakens yet.

It softens, soothes and takes my breath.


And, if you listen, you can sense

This beauty’s promise: cannot end.

And though to winter’s sleep it sends,

Its lullabies breathe spring again.


Then let brave nature blaze to rest:

To sleep within its pregnant nest

And grateful, sated, cool and wait

And dream rich dreams of spring again.


Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.