The time of year I have struggled with most since moving to Arkansas has always been Winter. I guess it’s because I’ve always connected my emotions so closely with the changing seasons, with the sky and the green tree. When I go outside, I am revived. Not because I feel a connection with “Mother Earth”, but because I never feel closer to God than in His glorious creation.
It’s so easy to see Him in Spring, Summer, and Fall, when all is green or colorful. New life comes, lives, then starts to rest. And there’s so much to look forward to. Each new bud, each magical firefly, and each falling leave are wonders to me. And then there’s all that comes with them. Spring, when being outside once again becomes fun, and when we celebrate Easter together. Then comes Summer, days at the creek, no school, and Fourth of July. And then in comes Fall with all it’s wonder, bringing with it apple cider, pumpkin pies, and Thanksgiving, and with it the expectation of the Christmas season.
But then the leaves fall and Christmas passes. Suddenly I start to notice that the trees are all bare, and that the ground is brown, not like the evergreens where I come from. The skies here are grey and colorless, and a purple haze hovers above everything. In Flagstaff, the skies were always bright blue and clear, even in winter. And then there’s the cold, wet days…the chill sinking to your bones…without much snow to brighten them. In Flagstaff it was even colder, but not the wet cold we experience here. And there was almost always snow…lots of it.
And suddenly I feel my emotions becoming flat, like the grey sky. What beauty is there to rejoice in at such a time?
My sister wrote this post the other day, about where God was leading her next. In it, she talked about the seasons. But she didn’t describe winter as dull and flat. She described it as a peaceful time…a time for rest and reflection. A time to let life slow down a bit.
Reading her blog, I was struck by the beauty I miss in winter. Yes, there is that mysterious purple haze hovering above the Ozarks, a beauty I’ve always seen, but there’s also so much more! Why can’t I delight in the peace of this time? Why can’t I embrace the quiet and the solitude that this season brings. Winter is about so much more than waiting for Spring. It’s about renewal, rest, and silence. Just like the trees outside, my soul needs a rest to. And that’s where Winter comes in.
191. Peaceful winter days to read, pray, and reflect.
192. Letting life slow down just a tad.
193. Cardinals that still bring their beautiful red to my bird feeder…even in winter.
194. Unexpected sunny days that remind me of where I come from.
195. The blessing of seeing our precious baby on the ultrasound.
196. Learning to trust God with the actions and hearts of others.
197. A husband who is also a good man.
198. Game night with other couples
199. A weekend spent with family.
200. Starting to notice the beginnings of a baby bump. 🙂