THOUGHTS FROM THE STATE DIRECTOR
"For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God." Romans 8:19 NASB
On one of our recent preludes to spring, I was
cleaning up the debris left over from winter in my yard
when I became aware of a sound I had not heard for
months. Song-birds were singing their hearts out,
and my heart sang with them. They seem to be
saying that winter cannot last forever; there is a new
day coming with life and promise and the revealing of
the perfection that is to come. I have always loved
what Isaiah 55:12 states that the trees "will clap their
hands" at the coming of Messiah and His
kingdom.
Frozen hearts
There are many days in our lives that seem frozen and
dead like the winter just past. Our hearts, minds and
souls are caught in icy fingers of despair,
discouragement and frustration. Yet every now and
then we experience a harbinger of the joy that is to
come . . . an existence where the trees do clap their
hands; the flowers never disappear and fade; and the
earth is a fertile and inviting place like a well-watered
garden.
Hope and perseverance
As I watched the robins busily searching for worms
singing their eternal song and searching for a place to
place their hope . . . a nest to bring forth the little
robins to be born, I marveled at the timeless and
endless cycle of birth, death, and re-birth that is part of
our existence. I watched and learned from them about
perseverance and hope. In spite of the beautiful
sunny day we were experiencing we (the robins and I)
knew that nasty cold weather was coming back . . .
weather that would throw the earth back into icy
gloominess. Yet they persevered at doing what they
have always done . . . participating in the cycle of
waiting for the return of the King. And they did it with
JOY. I could almost hear Mrs. Robin humming her
little song of the promise of life and fruitfulness to
come.
The King is coming
Later I looked out into the field outside our kitchen
window and saw several does . . . very pregnant does,
and my heart thrilled at the thought of those little fawns
that would soon be toddling after their mamas in
search of food. The deer have had to satisfy
themselves with mostly dead and tasteless branches
and the occasional green patch of grass for months;
yet they too have persevered because they know what
is coming. They too are participating in the endless
cycle of waiting for the King. Soon the field will be full
of prairie grass, tasty shrubbery and probably my
flowers. Their long winter is almost over, too.
The long wait is almost over
I guess what I learned that day is that in spite of
circumstances . . . the long dead frozen days that
never seem to end . . . we too can have hope and that
we must persevere and continue at the tasks that God
ordained for us before the foundation of the earth. He
is coming back! If He doesn't come back before my
ordained days are over, then He will take me to where
He is . . . to my new mansion. Even when everything
else seems to be screaming the opposite of hope, I
can know that joy comes in the morning and that I can
choose to be joyful in spite of the long wait for
the King.
Meanwhile . . .
Meanwhile, even as an alien and sojourner on this yet
incomplete and unperfected world, I can do as the
robins and deer do. I must keep busy doing what I am
supposed to do, knowing that spring is coming.
In Him,
Judy Smith
State Director
Concerned Women for America of Kansas
P. O. Box 11233
Shawnee Mission, KS 66207
Phone/Fax: 913-491-1380
Email: director@kansas.cwfa.org
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