Last Saturday…it was spring! Yes, technically spring arrived back in March but, around here, spring was in full glory just three days ago! We opened the windows, ate lunch on the patio, and even enjoyed spring cleaning and sprucing up outside. The weather simply made all the chores enjoyable! As far as I was concerned, winter was a thing of the past. I took my winter coats from the hall closet to their place of storage in the guestroom closet upstairs.
And then there was Sunday. It was much cooler but I was still living off of Saturday’s energy and warmth. When we headed out to church, I didn’t take a coat…something, I totally regretted. I was cold! And this week has started off… not quite winter – but definitely not spring. I may have been a bit quick to stash all the coats, warm sweaters and, certainly, the cozy afghans needed in the evening. There is a lesson there for me. Perhaps, more than one lesson.
Life has many winters. Those seasons – weeks, months, maybe even years – that are long and dark. Times when no signs of new life, growth or change are easily seen. The seasons of winter in our lives can feel draining and even useless. But, without going into a science lesson, we know that all seasons serve their purpose. Not only does winter bring spring but much is being accomplished under all that snow and cold.
Too often, I am so eager to jump to spring. (Truth be told, at the end of each season, I am ready – and overly eager – to embrace whatever is the new, next season.) The first glorious Saturday, I have forgotten all God has been doing, how He has been working, and what I needed to learn during the winter. I need the chilly evenings to remind me. Remind me to slow down. Not to stash away the lessons – and, the beauty – of winter. Spring will come – on the calendar and in our lives. Praise the Lord! But I don’t want to rush His timing and I certainly don’t want to even the smallest detail of what He might be doing in the winter.