The late winter/early spring time, from about February to April, is sort of like a baby bird hatching from an egg. Slow, tedious, a struggle. It’s exciting when that first taste of warmth comes early in the year: a rare, sunny, no-coat day. The first poke of the tiny egg-tooth through the shell. A bit of progress, then nothing for a while, resting, the chill returning. Then another bit of warmth, maybe a few days this time, more mild than the first burst, but sustained. Slowly, more of the cold shell is chipped away, until finally, the new life is freed and the warmth is here to stay. A bit more transition as the feathers dry and fluff up in the warm air…the trees finally getting their leaves and blooms back, the grass finally greener, perking up.

I think we’re all feeling that test of patience at the moment. Enjoying the peeks of what is to come, but frustrated at the slow process. Wanting that sunlight and fresh air, getting tired of wearing the same coat and boots and sweater layers. When I was in fifth grade, we incubated eggs as a class, waited for the baby chickens to grow and hatch. I remember that excitement when the first chicks began to peck through, but I also remember the slowness. It took days for them to finish hatching, but the waves of new life were an exciting reward for the waiting. Soon we had quite the group of cute, tiny, fluffy new friends that made the school days much more fun and fresh.

Spring is my favorite season. It is the season in which I was born, and my name means “green shoot” or “blooming.” I also live somewhere with pretty long, dreary winters, so I think the new growth of this season in particular adds a very welcome, highly anticipated freshness to the days each year. It is the season of Easter, and eggs are also used as a symbol of the resurrection of Jesus. I honestly had a bit of writer’s block for the first time when I was trying to think of what to write/illustrate for this post, but I saw some beautiful blue and brown chicken eggs in an instagram photo and suddenly had my inspiration. Funny how the simplest things can hold a lot of meaning.

Whether you are excited for the season of new life in plant growth or the approaching celebration of our new life in Christ after His ultimate sacrifice, I hope you enjoy the process. The patience found in observing the slow hatch is sometimes the best part.

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