Spring arrived too early this year.
Maybe not where you live, but it has here in South Central Kentucky. The buttercups bloomed in February. Seventy-seven degrees replaced the low 40s as the temperature one day. Thunderstorms have replaced blizzards. The Bradford Pear Tree blooms blanket the landscape with white where melting snow should be. Birds and bugs are out making their noise.
It makes me nervous.
Not because of global warming, but because it’s too early.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m enjoying the weather. I go running in shorts and short sleeve shirts every day I can. As an elementary school teacher, it’s a blessing to get the kids outside on a playground this time of year. Lacey and I took the girls hiking yesterday at Mammoth Cave while last year at this time we were sledding. That furry Punxsutawney Phil is full of it.
I have this friend who is a biologist for the national parks system. A few weeks ago we went to Louisville together. I asked him about the early bloom. Whether or not if the trees and flowers bloomed now and then if it turned cold if they would bloom again. He said that they wouldn’t.
His answered bothered me.
It made me worry that spring would be less beautiful. Not worry as in anxious, but worry as in that disappointment would arrive in the place of the beauty of spring. Because as Solomon said for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1), but the season should be winter, not spring.
The current weather pattern seems to be holding steady. Perhaps spring is here to stay, and we will know in the coming weeks.
But I can’t help but think what happens when we bloom too soon?
You see it all the time in sports and business. You see it with churches and inside them. You see people who become passionate about something only to fizzle out. You see it in individuals and relationships. You see it with people and their hobbies, jobs, in their fitness, and nutrition.
Blooming too early nearly always leads to disappointment and sometimes to shame. Sometimes it’s your fault, and sometimes it’s the fault of others. Sometimes God blessed something and then took it away. Sometimes we lose interests. Sometimes we sin.
The blooming is beautiful. But it is not the life of the tree.
The blooming is what causes awe. But it is not the purpose of the tree.
God intended spring to only happen for one season every year. He didn’t mean for us to live in the beauty and colors of spring 365 days of the year. So if you’ve bloomed too early and then were hit with a hard freeze, it’s okay. Spring is a beautiful part of life. It’s a blessing, but it isn’t what life is about.