Winter is my least favorite season. My seasonal preferences are as follows:
Despite containing one of my favorite holidays (Christmas), it ranks far below the others for me. While journaling earlier this year, I actually wrote the question, “Why did God create winter?” He is the Almighty Creator of the universe and could have made winter more pleasant for me. I should state that I know it isn’t all about me - and that is a great thing! As a Christian, I know that the ultimate point of the story is God’s glory, not my glory or even my comfort.
But seriously, why winter?
A little over a month ago, I informed my husband that I really wanted to see some spring at the end of the winter tunnel I felt stuck in (like Phil Connors in his nearly never-ending loop of Groundhog Day). Joseph gets home a couple of hours before I do, typically, and this particular day he rushed to get a project done - a custom window-box as well as seeds to begin my own mini herb garden. Without making him too uncomfortable, I want to briefly state that gestures like these are pretty common for him. He never fails to love me well, despite my winter-long bad mood.
With some degree of hesitancy, I planted the seeds (ALL of them, which is another story altogether), watered them, and waited, hoping to see some bits of green sprout up that I’d be unable to kill. To my surprise and delight, as well as Joseph’s entertainment, nearly all of the seeds sprouted within about a week. It’s been a little over a month since I planted them and I’m constantly on the lookout for new containers to transplant my thriving herbs into. I’ve given seedlings to coworkers and friends and I’m excited to get to use the herbs in my cooking before too long. Spring is on its way and I’m thrilled!
God tends to my soul like the most excellent of gardeners. (Not surprising, since He created the Garden of Eden, after all!) He knows what I need, so I must conclude that winter is something I need. Even though it can often feel like He’s being mean by withholding warmth, I know He’s working on my heart in the short days just as much as He is during the long, sunny ones. When it appears there’s nothing around me and I’m in barren soil, perhaps He’s just clearing away the things I distract myself with. When lack of the sun makes me feel weak, it gives me the chance to be vulnerable with others and rely on the family of faith I’ve been blessed with.
I wish I could think of a better way to tie these thoughts together, but, long story short, I still don’t like winter and probably never will. However, God made it and God walks with me through it year after year. I can either see it as an opportunity to grow, or as another reason to complain. I pray I’ll do a better job in the future of growing.