winter bows to spring

Winter touches Spring*************************************

And let us not grow weary of doing good,
for in due season we will reap,
if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9


No matter where you look or who you ask, it seems it’s been a hard season for us all.

I’m not sure if it’s my age or simply a sigh of the times but  my soul has come the closest in the history of ever to feeling the groanings of Creation.

I’ve heard an ache on the edges of the wind and the whispers of weariness rustling through bare branches at night. Bitter, cold and damp, the darkness has threatened to creep closer than ever before– as if night was here to stay and death could have the last say.

I’ve been tempted a time or two to listen a little bit harder and  longer than I should.
I’ve caught myself dwelling on the brink of grimness, peering over it’s edge just a fraction longer than necessary.

Maybe we all have. It’s easy to forget.

It’s easy to forget that it’s just a season.

 It’s easy to imagine in such moments that God might also have forgotten. Until  at last, the doors are flung open wide and throwing off the weight of Winter and slipping on the fair garments of Spring, creation seems to flow with a new awareness of it’s purpose.

And I do too.

As if God is laughingly reminding me of what has been growing all along beneath the slumbering surface of His creation, never leaving His ever-watchful eye. He shows me the new rings of growth in my soul; enlarged even in this season of quiet and dormancy. I am grateful for them.

Do not grow weary of doing good…” the Psalmist says , “…for in due season we will reap“, he continues.

Do not grow weary of doing… of planting and tending to the good because even now God is GOOD.

Do not grow weary but BELIEVE that even in the winter, in the disappointing darkness, in the cold and heavily oppressive season of pain, confusion and sorrow, that the “due season” will come and the good seeds we continued to plant in our winters,  will mature and will bear their good fruit.

If we do not give up.

I’d forgotten how much I need God’s winter season’s ache  in order for my heart and soul to know how to rejoice in the light of his Spring….and I do rejoice.

Believing, Lorretta signature


8 thoughts on “winter bows to spring

  1. “I’d forgotten how much I need God’s winter season’s ache in order for my heart and soul to know how to rejoice in the light of his Spring.” YES ! I needed these words today. Thank you for sharing at The Weekend Brew!

    1. Welcome to my little corner in the blogosphere Lisa! The most incredible thing about this picture is, that night the temperatures dropped below freezing and all of those tulip tree blossoms turned orangey-brown. I honestly got the last possible picture of the season! Thanks for stopping by!

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