Song of Songs:
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
Finally.
We’ve been talking about how seasons of drought
are hard, but necessary. But in these
verses the “season of singing” has finally arrived! Winter’s over, spring has sprung, and things
are growing! Even the birds are singing!
When fruit is being produced, the fragrance of
roses is filling the air, and the sound of singing birds is alive in the air,
we feel like singing.
If you’re in a season of singing, then sing. Sing loud.
Sing new lyrics. Sing from your
heart. Write it down. Record it.
Share it.
It’s in the season of singing when we need to
store up all of those things that are flowing so freely and growing so
profusely, so that we are reminded of them once winter rolls around again. Because it will.
Every season has its purpose, one after the
other. And the Lord God sends them all.
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