I have skirted around winter topics all month-long. One thing I have thought of and was hesitant to write about is the winter of our lives.
As I read several blogs today they talked about God’s perfect plan for our lives, about enduring through trials, about hope and trust in God. I was encouraged by the words I read.
I have felt like the past few years of my life have been winter. That season where calamities strike dramatically. Pipes freeze, cars won’t start, sidewalks and driveways ice over and you fall. Also icicles form, fall, sometimes breaking windows or shattering things underneath them. Things happen in winter (and other seasons also). The things that happen in winter seem more severe, maybe because of the cold.
The past few years have felt like this for me. I have noticed my age and stage in life more. I have often said, “this is not where I expected to be”. At times, I have withdrawn, shielding myself from talking about the reality of where we are. Other times I have been bold and known without a shadow of a doubt that I serve a God who is in control and loves us. Both are extremes and are not where I am most days.
Winter is a time where things go dormant. There is a quietness and a stillness that pervades the world around us. Leaves fall, snow falls, and both give a blanket and covering of the earth. Growth happens in winter. Growth that bursts forth with new life and new color and new softness.
I asked the Lord to give me a word for this year. Not a task or a job or anything difficult. I asked for a word to hold on to. My word? Hope. I am learning hope this year. It is a word filled with anticipation and I am hopeful that this winter of my life ends soon. That soon I will see the blossoms of spring in my life, that this feeling of age and weariness will be replaced with the newness and the beauty of fresh life that comes each spring.
I know that this winter time of my life is producing growth. I just can’t see it. I know that things are happening and not happening in accordance to a loving God who is watching over me. I know this to be truth. I have yet to see the buds of new life poking through the cold hard ground. It takes faith and endurance for a crocus to be one of the first flowers of spring. I hope I learn a lesson from that sweet flower and that I will emerge from this winter as lovely and fragrant.
Day by day the Lord takes care of the innocent, and they will receive an inheritance that lasts forever. They will not be disgraced in hard times; even in famine they will have more than enough. (Psalm 37:18-19, New Living Translation)
Thanks for stopping by today, DAF