What season would you say you are in? If you say the end of winter moving into spring, you would be correct (depending on which side of the equator you live on.) In Alabama, late February and all of March is one big hide and seek game. Is spring here? Is it hiding? We don’t pay much attention to the ground hog because he is not a trustworthy source. He plays the same convoluted hide-and-seek game. Is it spring? Peek-a-boo! It’s Winter! I might as well give my grandson his blankie and play peek-a-boo with him as trust the weather in this season.
This time of year always has a profound effect on me, throwing me into fits of anticipation and expectation that get derailed faster than popping a balloon. The sunshine, the early blooming flowers, and the birds singing make me giddy. I start planning my flower purchases and the layout of my pots. I start thinking of how my porch will look adorned in all it’s new spring bling – new pillows for the porch swing, the hanging pots and wind chimes dangling like new earrings. Everything is just so pretty in my mind that I can’t hardly stand the wait. I might even start pressure washing and scrubbing porch railings in preparation. Then it may snow. Or rain for a week straight. <Pop!>
This year has an added bonus – a brand new roof for my covered patio. It’s gorgeous and spacious and…naked. It’s a blank canvas just screaming for color. Pinterest pictures of the perfect patio fill my mind and I pester my husband Tony endlessly with plans – stain the concrete, stone column wraps for the posts, a galvanized water trough for a planter nested in a bed of river rock. Trips to our favorite local nurseries and outdoor furniture stores. Hours poring over decorating websites. Then comes the pricking of Tony’s words, “We may need to budget for the furniture for later in the year.” <Pop!> Or, “We can’t stain the concrete until we have at least a week of dry weather.” <Pop!> Or the ever present, “We can’t plant flowers until April 15, in case it freezes.” Tony and the weather are the pins in my pile of inflated anticipations. <POP! POP! POP!>

Oh, the frustration. My fast forward motion screeches to a halt. Deflated anticipation usually leads to apathy for me. It’s this attitude that says if I can’t have what I want, when I want it, then I don’t want anything. Picture the pouting toddler and you have the idea. I just want the end result and I want it right now. I don’t get it, so I stop having expectations and I stop planning or preparing. It’s a vicious cycle I have fought my entire life and it’s nasty. Veruca Salt, move over.

I also have a loved one who is recovering from an injury. She is making steady progress in her recovery, but it’s slow. She’s not as far into the healing as she thought she would be, and she gets frustrated and sad. Yet, she has been making improvements every day. She can move a great deal more freely and with less pain than last month. The progress that she has made can get buried under unmet expectations and delays. She’s not one to give up and she’s thankful for the improvements, but she’s weighed down by the stress of not progressing faster.
It’s at times like these that we need to trust God and not get frustrated at the speed of the progress or the changes we can’t see. God’s Word says that the visible things are temporal, and the time is shorter than we realize. It’s the progress that can’t be seen (or measured) that is lasting:
Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day. For our momentary, light distress [this passing trouble] is producing for us an eternal weight of glory [a fullness] beyond all measure [surpassing all comparisons, a transcendent splendor and an endless blessedness]! So we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are unseen; for the things which are visible are temporal [just brief and fleeting], but the things which are invisible are everlasting and imperishable.
Corinthians 4:16-18 (emphasis mine)
Tony has been enjoying every single step of the patio renovation process. When the contractors were tearing down the old roof, he was loving that the ugly thing was going away. When the old roof was gone, he was enjoying the open space and commenting on how we might even not put up a new roof. I nixed that right away by reminding him of sweltering afternoons in August. When the new roof was just a skeleton, he was overjoyed by the height of the new ceiling. Now that the roof is complete, he has joined me in planning mode. He was always on board with all my future ideas, but he was also always in the present, enjoying each moment in the process. He was fully in the current season but planning for the next one. There was no frustration since there was no unfulfilled expectation. He doesn’t see the wait or the delays as frustrating, but part of the entire necessary process. He was always thankful for each sign of progress he saw. Many days I heard, “Thank you, Lord! What a beautiful patio this is going to be!”
The truth is that if we try to rush things, we may end up hurting ourselves, missing something we need to learn in the process or not being fully prepared. There’s always going to be those times when we have to wait on God’s timing. We can’t get out and push into the next season. Like a woman in labor, Jesus promises we won’t even remember the pain or the long wait when we are faced with the beautiful results of His return:
A woman, when she is in labor, has pain because her time [to give birth] has come; but when she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of her joy that a child has come into the world. So for now you are in grief; but I will see you again, and [then] your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take away from you your [great] joy.
John 16:21-22
I especially love how this analogy to an expected birth relates to waiting for spring to arrive. Winter is a season of hibernation, when the cold drives life underground, where we can’t see it. We know it’s there, the life in the seeds under soil and snow, the life in the animals that hunker down. We know the baby is growing hidden in the womb, where we can’t see it. We get the occasional kicks and movement when we see birds still flying about and squirrels scrounging for a meal. When the time is close, we may even get some false contractions in the form of sunny, warm days and early flowers. However, the pains come with the rain and the late freeze. The groaning comes in the frustrated waiting. The labor is in the gritting of the teeth while exerting patience. The end result, though! The beautiful, anticipated end result! Spring comes bursting through with a wail of life. Everything in creation is bright, new and beautiful.

For I consider [from the standpoint of faith] that the sufferings of the present life are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is about to be revealed to us and in us! 19 For [even the whole] creation [all nature] waits eagerly for the children of God to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to frustration and futility, not willingly [because of some intentional fault on its part], but by the will of Him who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will also be freed from its bondage to decay [and gain entrance] into the glorious freedom of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation has been moaning together as in the pains of childbirth until now. 23 And not only this, but we too, who have the first fruits of the Spirit [a joyful indication of the blessings to come], even we groan inwardly, as we wait eagerly for [the sign of] our adoption as sons—the redemption and transformation of our body [at the resurrection]. 24 For in this hope we were saved [by faith]. But hope [the object of] which is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he already sees? 25 But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait eagerly for it with patience and composure.
Romans 8:18-24 (emphasis mine)
We are all waiting for a Spring and a birth of something that we can’t see yet. We all experience pain, frustration, and impatience in the waiting. Creation itself waits and groans together with us. Yet, we must remember Who we are waiting for and what He has promised – the end of all death and decay. We and Creation are both waiting for our new bodies and our eternal life.
It’s worth the wait. Be expecting.










