I have never really liked winter that much. I don’t like wearing layers. I like wearing shorts and flip flops. I hate wet feet and runny noses. I love the sunshine of summer. I’m just not a winter girl but that’s okay. This month in Romania we have definitely lived in winter, and I feel like I’ve been in a winter of my life as well. Things have felt desolate and barren in me. A lot of really great things have happened, but a lot of difficult things too. I have struggled to choose joy. But I know that the God of summer is still God in winter. And I know that spring will come again. Me and God had a talk about it all on a recent bus ride:
“GOD, WHERE ARE YOU IN THIS WINTER?”
Seek me, find me.
See my beauty
in the burnt out fields that stretch across the ground,
In the bright and mismatched fences that line the road,
in the silhouette of a skeletal tree against the winter sky.
See my grace
in the quiet of the morning after a heavy snowfall,
in the gentleness of a child’s lips on your cheek,
and in the tears that fall on the shoulder of a friend
See my light
in the warmth of the kitchen,
in the soul-stirring notes of a gypsy song,
and in the eyes of your sisters and brothers.
Seek me, find me.
Keep your eyes open and feast on the goodness I have placed before you.
And rest assured,
THERE IS HOPE IN WINTER, LOVE. FOR I AM HERE.
