I’m greeted with a blast of cold air as I walk out of the garage. I look around and see the remnants of winter – leafless trees and brown grass. We’ve passed the official first day of spring, but I’m searching for warm air and daffodils. I want to sit in the sun and feel the warmth on my skin. I dream of vibrant colors spilling every which way. But I open my eyes and all I see is dull, gray, and brown.
I, too, am in the winter of life. I look for new life and growth, but only glimpse the dead and broken. Each day I search with hunter’s eyes for anything, a sign, that spring is coming. Why has God brought me here? When can I leave? Unexpected financial responsibilities and stress stack likes bricks and begin to block my view. Oh, where is the spring? I know it’s coming.
Where are you Lord? Why am I here? I question and feel Him look at me and nod. I look to see what He’s nodding at, but all I see is winter. And the realization seeps over my skin – it’s part of life. Winter, that is. We can’t have the spring and summer always. Nature requires a dormancy, a time to rest, to grow deeper roots and to become strong in preparation for the magnificent beauty to be revealed. Spring always comes. Always. Sometimes it’s earlier than others, but winter never fails to bring spring.
I walk to the mailbox and something catches my eye – an oddity among the dark and dim. Across the street I see a green shoot. It’s rich and thick and tall. I turn back to the house and start grinning. My walk becomes brisk, and I break into a jog. He’s coming! He’s coming! And I, too, will bloom.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4 NIV