Un nuevo tiempo...

...y me dijo: «¡Levántate, amada mía; ven conmigo, mujer hermosa! ¡Mira, el invierno se ha ido, y con él han cesado y se han ido las lluvias! Ya brotan flores en los campos; el tiempo de la canción ha llegado! Ya se escucha por toda nuestra tierra el arrullo de las tórtolas. La higuera ofrece ya sus primeros frutos, las viñas en ciernes esparcen su fragancia. ¡Levántate, amada mía; ven conmigo, mujer hermosa!» Cantares 2:10-13.

Gracias por regalarme este pasaje y recordarme que la primavera se acerca...tqm!

Christ invites the convert to arise from sloth and despondency, and to leave sin and worldly vanities, for union and communion with him. The winter may mean years passed in ignorance and sin, unfruitful and miserable, or storms and tempests that accompanied his conviction of guilt and danger. Even the unripe fruits of holiness are pleasant unto Him whose grace has produced them. All these encouraging tokens and evidences of Divine favour, are motives to the soul to follow Christ more fully. Arise then, and come away from the world and the flesh, come into fellowship with Christ. This blessed change is owing wholly to the approaches and influences of the Sun of righteousness.
Christ will come over every separating mountain to take us home to himself.
(E-World Today).

He gave for a reason the return of the spring, and the pleasantness of the weather. The winter is past, the dark, cold, and barren winter. Long winters and hard ones pass away at last; they do no endure always. And the spring would not be so pleasant as it is if it did not succeed the winter, which is a foil to its beauty, Eccl. 7:14. Neither the face of the heavens nor that of the earth is always the same, but subject to continual vicissitudes, diurnal and annual. The winter is past, but has not passed away for ever; it will come again, and we must provide for it in summer, Prov. 6:6, 8. We must weep in winter, and rejoice in summer, as though we wept and rejoiced not, for both are passing. The rain is over and gone, the winter-rain, the cold stormy rain; it is over now, and the dew is as the dew of herbs. Even the rain that drowned the world was over and gone at last (Gen. 8:1-3), and God promised to drown the world no more, which was a type and figure of the covenant of grace, Isa. 54:9. The flowers appear on the earth. All winter they are dead and buried in their roots, and there is no sign of them; but in the spring they revive, and show themselves in a wonderful variety and verdure, and, like the dew that produces them, tarry not for man, Mic. 5:7. They appear, but they will soon disappear again, and man in herein like the flower of the field, Job 14:2. The time of singing of birds has come. The little birds, which all the winter lie hid in their retirements and scarcely live, when the spring returns forget all the calamities of the winter, and to the best of their capacity chant forth the praises of their Creator. Doubtless he who understands the birds that cry for want (Ps. 147:9) takes notice of those that sing for joy Ps. 104:12. The singing of the birds may shame our silence in God's praises, who are better fed (Mt. 6:26), and better taught (Job 35:11), and are of more value than many sparrows. They live without inordinate care (Mt. 6:26) and therefore they sing, while we murmur. The earth produces not only flowers (v. 12), but fruits; and the smell of the fruits, which are profitable, is to be preferred far before that of the flowers, which are only for show and pleasure. ...A child of God, under doubts and fears, is like the earth in winter, its nights long, its days dark, good affections chilled, nothing done, nothing got, the hand sealed up. But comfort will return; the birds shall sing again, and the flowers appear. The bones that lay in the grave, as the roots of the plants in the ground during the winter, shall then flourish as a herb, Isa. 66:14; 26:19. That will be an eternal farewell to winter and a joyful entrance upon an everlasting spring.
...he tells her the good thoughts he had of her, whatever she thought of herself: Sweet is thy voice; thy praying voice, though thou canst but chatter like a crane or a swallow (Isa. 38:14); it is music in God's ears.
...the voice of prayer is sweet and acceptable to God when the countenance, the conversation in which we show ourselves before men, is holy, and so comely, and agreeable to our profession. Those that are sanctified have the best comeliness. Matthew Henry