Awake From The Heaviness - March

March, March, Beautiful March.

Writing to you while nap-trapped under a 53lb sweaty little love-bug. I don’t mind too much, though. I know these days are short, and I’ll one day miss these sweet little snoozes.

It’s March 2nd, and I’m asking myself how in the world we are already here. Maybe you feel the same. Or perhaps you feel as though time is traveling as slow as molasses. Either way, I’m glad you’re here, sweet friend.

March is a favorite month of mine.

The birds are singing a new song, and the promise of spring is popping up in little green patches of a few of my favorite spring herbals. Plantain, dandelion, chickweed, nettle, clover. Everything I need to stir this little heart of mine, and awaken from the heaviness of winter. Spring is a time for cleansing, and preparation of new growth. Somewhere along the line, winter turns from a welcomed coziness to a slow, sluggish fatigue, leaving me to crave new movement. It’s funny how the Father gives us things to help our physical bodies and to teach our Spiritual ones alike. My garden has become a sanctuary- a very dwelling place of Yah. He’s constantly teaching me spiritual lessons through tangible things birthed from the earth. These promising little weedy patches are the perfect winter antidote for circulating lymph, moving out stagnation and toxins, and leaving you to feel like the load has been lifted. Our lymphatic system takes to a cleansing in the spring, with the help of these little guys. Our Spirits often feel it, as well.

He gives us what we need to move what feels sticky and stuck. He clears out what is stagnant and needs letting go of, and brings fresh nutrients when we need them most. He promises seasons, and knows when it is time for the season to be lifted.

Oh, what a good and perfect God we serve!

Some seasons feel like they’ll never be lifted. I’ve definitely been there. (41st week of pregnancy, perhaps?)
Praying over a sweet friend today, stuck in the n e v e r - e n d i n g rhythm of prodromal labor, and this verse came to mind.

He tends His flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to His heart;
He gently leads those that have young.

Isaiah 40:11

Continued on in the chapter….

“Turn your eyes to the heavens!
See who created these?
He brings out the army of them in sequence,
summoning each by name.
Through His great might and His massive strength,
not one of them is missing.

Why do you complain, Ya‘akov;
why do you say, Isra’el,
“My way is hidden from Adonai,
my rights are ignored by my God”?
Haven’t you known, haven’t you heard
that the everlasting God, Adonai,
the Creator of the ends of the earth,
does not grow tired or weary?
His understanding cannot be fathomed.
He invigorates the exhausted,
He gives strength to the powerless.
Young men may grow tired and weary,
even the fittest may stumble and fall;
but those who hope in Adonai will renew their strength,
they will soar aloft as with eagles’ wings;
when they are running they won’t grow weary,
when they are walking they won’t get tired.”

“He invigorates the exhausted,
He gives strength to the powerless."

Oh, Father. Forgive me for all the times I haven’t trusted Your timing, or rested in the strength and peace You offer. Forgive me for trying to rush my way out of a season, ahead of the lesson You’re leading me through. Help my unbelief. Help me trust Your guidance.

Spring.

It’s a favorite of mine. For more reasons than I can count. But maybe, above all, because it reminds me that a new day is coming. Something is stirring, and even if we can’t see it quite yet, the Father is cookin’ something good up and all of creation sings in anticipation.

Praying this is a good one, for you, sweet friend. That your season changes in HIS perfect timing, and that you tangibly feel His leading you through your labor pains- whatever they may be.

I’ll be back, in due time, with some spring lymphatics for you. Until then, BE WELL, and know that the Father loves you.