Just last week I was RAVING about spring. Life was full of hope around a celebration of sunshine and new beginnings.
This week, I’d like to tell you that spring sucks.
Total flip-flop, I know—but after spending two days outside coaching district tennis in the so-called “beautiful spring weather,” I’ve changed my tune. Thirty-mile-per-hour winds carried every blooming pollen particle from a 100-mile radius directly into my face for ten hours.
Spring is now dead to me.
I’ve cursed every flower and tree with every sneeze, sniffle, and phlegm-filled cough. My body feels like it’s been through a 24-hour workout, and I’ve barely moved. It’s like my immune system is fighting a war I didn’t sign up for.
But isn’t that life?
There’s beauty and ruin in the same breath. Life and death in the same season. As my pastor said a couple of weeks ago, “There’s joy and pain at the same time.”
That’s life with Jesus, too—both sides of the coin coexisting. There are good days, and there are hard ones. Moments when everything blooms, and moments when it all feels like too much. But through it all, He’s with us. In the highs and the lows, in the beauty and the discomfort, in the sneezing fits and the sunshine.
So if you’re feeling the tension—between joy and pain, beauty and misery, blooming and sneezing your lungs out—you’re not crazy. You’re just human. And you’re not alone.
Jesus never promised us a life of endless sunshine. But He did promise to be with us through every storm front, pollen cloud, and painful season. So take a deep breath—if you can—and remember: even in the mess, God is still growing something good.
Hang in there. Even if it’s through watery eyes and a box of tissues.
