Winter is hard. Difficult. Grueling. Laying in my bed, I reason with myself: I can't leave my room until all that snow is melted. Winter is unhealthy!
The cold weather paralyzes my hope. My frustration escalates as the temperature drops. For me, winter is death. Winter is the cross. It is the walk of punishment. In the cold air, my breath is shallow. My physical strength leaves me. I am weary of this sin-stained world. My spirit isn't made to survive in such a calloused and corrupt state. I long to be renewed.
I'm ready to welcome Spring. Nevertheless, the Holy Spirit is using the winter to teach me about grueling love, teaching me about fierce love. Love that will survive the difficulty and then appreciate the beauty of renewal more.
I look forward to the first signs of Spring. We have one month before those glorious events. Until then, I will be the one suffering through.
The cold weather paralyzes my hope. My frustration escalates as the temperature drops. For me, winter is death. Winter is the cross. It is the walk of punishment. In the cold air, my breath is shallow. My physical strength leaves me. I am weary of this sin-stained world. My spirit isn't made to survive in such a calloused and corrupt state. I long to be renewed.
I'm ready to welcome Spring. Nevertheless, the Holy Spirit is using the winter to teach me about grueling love, teaching me about fierce love. Love that will survive the difficulty and then appreciate the beauty of renewal more.
I look forward to the first signs of Spring. We have one month before those glorious events. Until then, I will be the one suffering through.
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