Winter's Promise

"I really just want to be
Warm yellow light that pours

Over everyone I love."

Every year, winter makes a promise. Often times I find myself chilled and cursing the winter I find so hard and cold. Could we just do without it, really? Sometimes winter can feel sad. Everything is quiet, and life gets hidden. There is no bright. There is no warm. There IS beauty, but you wonder why it is so costly. But then I remember, winter makes a promise. Winter prepares the world for spring. New life. Light. Bright warmth. Winter is just a season, but it speaks profoundly. It tells us that this grey will not last forever. Sunshine is coming. Life is coming.

The birds, they wake me up with their singing. The chorus resounds, telling me it's nearly over. And I love those little birds who bring tidings of new life arising. "It's coming! It's coming!" they joyously announce to all who will listen. Do you hear them?

The golden light spills into my room, beckoning me to come and drink in the One who made all this wonder. And all of this light, all of this life springing forth... it all speaks. It all tells me that His promises will not fail.

{That the darkest of winters will always produce the brightest of springs.}

So I bask in the hope of new life coming. And treasure the promises of winter all the more. It is winter that makes spring such a marvelous unfolding, such a wonder to behold. There would be no cherishing of spring if there was no hard winter. And I cherish now, this moment of life. This moment of Him loving me. Of Him speaking through His creation, that there is a purpose for everything. He makes His promises, and they do not fail. And always, always, He is working to bring about LIFE.

"My beloved spake, and said unto me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away."

(Song of Solomon 2:10-13)

Do you hear Him calling you?