Later, after my daughter leaves I get out the shirt. Considering the weather conditions, I probably need to put it away with my summer clothes until spring. No, I look at it again. I will hang it in my closet where I can see it. Every time I look at it, it will remind me that spring is coming. It will be a sign for me, I tell myself.
That makes me think of all the other signs of spring I will see soon. There will be green leaves pushing their way onto the barren, gray branches that make the trees in my yard look like skeletons. Not long after that the azaleas and dogwood blossoms will break out in glorious clusters. Then, I’ll see daffodils blooming in my neighbors’ yards and wild honeysuckle on the sides of the road. We already have passed the shortest day of the year, December twenty-first, so each tomorrow will bring a little more sunshine. Spring is just around the corner, after all.
Thankful for signs, I begin to think of other signs God has given us. I’ve often heard the old adage, “Red sky in morning, sailors warning; red sky at night, sailors delight.” Then, I see the cross my mother gave to me. It has marks on it that remind me that Jesus suffered and died for my salvation. But I can’t look at it without hope and joy, because it also makes me remember that he rose from the dead. He lives, and he is coming.
Colossians 3: 1 - 4: “Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.”