Summer is my favorite season, but spring is a close second. If lilacs lasted longer, spring would easily take first place.
But lilacs fade so soon after blooming. Their intoxicating scent is fleeting. Their vibrant purples whither to brown.
If only this spring would pass as quickly as lilacs fade. In this weird time in our history, it seems like we’ll be social distancing for many seasons to come.
Yet we know that this too shall pass. Everything does eventually, both the good and the bad. Many things and seasons last longer than lilacs, but others are exceedingly ephemeral.
The only things that are permanent and eternal are God and His Word. The truth of God’s compassion, mercy, and imperishable nature are what I cling to. The wonder of His grace and the hope of His promises, which the new blooming of lilacs each spring reminds me of, are steadfast.
Have you encountered the foundation of the Gospel to anchor you in this tumultuous time? It’s the only anchor that will hold in the end.