Spring

This poem reflects on my journey of putting my hope heavenward as a new mother. Spring is my favorite season and during my firstborn’s long NICU stay, I felt that I “missed out” on spring and put all my expectations on the following spring. Again, that spring disappointed me as I was really looking to the deeper spring of Jesus’ return. While pregnant with our second, I realized how easy it is to say, “I’ll be happy when…” and personally how easy it was to think that with this healthy baby I’d experience everything I missed out on with my firstborn. Praise God that when we look too longingly at his creation, He is able to redirect that gaze heavenward, whether we gaze on flowers or on our babies.