Chatter Matters
March Madness
posted Wednesday, 12 April 2006
For everyone who dabbles in the basket ball world (or who lives with someone who dabbles), the month of March means long hours spent in front of the television coupled with swaggering wagers, the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat.
For those of us who are, say, a little less sports inclined, it can still be a month of complete and utter madness:
It's not quite Winter, not quite Spring. Some of us are (ahem) still putting away Christmas decorations, while Easter bunnies are already on clearance. It's not yet socially savvy to yank out the white capris, but we're really getting sick of the black slack look.
March is a time of in-betweens. It's the middle child of months, the runt of the litter, last night's leftovers. The month of march is the calendar equivalent to puberty.
(Note of apology to all you Irish finatics out there who revel in the flurry of Saint Patrick's Day celebrations. To the rest of us it's just a day to wear green and wonder--yet again--what the heck a blarney stone is.)
But before you succumb to the doldrums during the pre-pubescent month of March, keep in mind that Spring is percolating. Unseen to the rest of the world, bulbs, seedlings, sprouts, and buds are getting ready to make their debut. Spring is preparing for the pre-game show.
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the month of March. That I've lost the thrill of holiday splendor, but haven't blossomed for far too long. I need to remember that God is always working in my life, often unseen by the outside world; He's allowing me time to germinate for just the right amount of time.
I hope you enjoy the month of March. But remember: Springtime is coming! May you percolate and germinate in God's perfect timing. For only then will you truly experience the thrill of victory.
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