The pond is peeling. Its floor is buckling back like carpet, breaking apart in fragmented pieces of slime. The pond, cold and dark, seemed lifeless all winter. No motion. Still. Silent. All through the wintery months layer upon layer built secretly in frigid obscurity. Undetected, hidden, the underwater carpet disguised what lay beneath.
But spring came, bringing new life with it. The warmth of the sun loosened the unsightly patches at the bottom causing them rise to the surface. Like pock marks, they blemished the surface until the pond keeper removed the slimy blotches. Soon, the water became clear and clean again. New life teems as schools of newly-hatched fish boil the surface.
My soul feels like that pond sometimes. Cold. Dark. Alone. Who knows what lies beneath? What is hidden in a cold soul? Misunderstandings. A cruel comment, an unkind act, a little greed here, some jealousy there –building, growing. Layer upon layer crusts over any life hidden beneath. How did this happen? I cannot see the light; all seems dark and foreboding. I need a springtime in my soul too.
I need the warmth of the Son to penetrate deep within my soul, to loosen the junk encrusted to my soul. Piece by piece, scales will peel away – if I allow the warmth of His love to soften my reserve. It takes a faithful God to renew life; to bring the spring back. The ugliness beneath may only surface a little at a time, but if I allow the keeper of my soul to remove the scum, I can be clean again. A second chance, maybe even a third. He alone will free my soul from the past. Is new life possible? Yes! As sure as springtime brings newness of life; the hope of springtime in my soul is a promise!