Winter can be a sad time for many of us.
The shortening days and lengthening nights can be depressing.
The looming secular and Christian family gatherings can be daunting.
Our tongues can lose control and our actions can be misconstrued.
Winter cannot be skipped,
It cannot be glossed over,
It returns year after year.
It begs to be embraced.
putting pencil to paper in a vague attempt at landscaping.
Here is Winter; and although I don’t physically die, a part of me aches for an everlasting Spring. It takes me a while to adjust to the time change that called this cold weather forth.
I have no control over nature and her darkening days.
I watch my flowers die and the trees that encircle our property lose their leaves, until there is nothing left but bare branches.
buried seeds would start to sprout, hedgerows would come alive and butterflies and bees would adorn the fields of blooming wildflowers?
Where was the promise of another day amidst the deep mid-winter?
I am offered Winter’s cloak if I care to bear it.
The dark nights give me added opportunities to remember and turn to my Savior.
Fewer distractions allow His voice to be more clearly heard in the still of the season to strengthen me for the secular temptations that crowd my life.
“Take heart,” I tell myself.
The enemy is a professional who knows how to make me doubt and spoil moments that should be filled with gladness and joy.
I can’t face Winter alone,
I can slip my hand into God’s and brave it with Him,
and become a child of the light in the darkness.
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