I can’t sleep tonight… it’s winter… outside and in my soul.
And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white
All creation, shivers underneath
And still I notice you when branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death you open doors for life to enter
You are Winter
– Nicole Nordeman
If the leaves had not been let go to fall and wither, if the tree had not consented to be a skeleton for many months, there would be no new life rising, no bud, no flower, no fruit, no seed, no regeneration.
So it was with our little kernal of possibility. So small, but buried. And I asked God to water it, there in its darkness, and transform the dead thing into fruit. What fruit will He bring forth? If only it could be that from so small a seed He might create the fruits of the Spirit in me, even just the beginning of learning of them: love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.
– Elizabeth Elliot
Lord, help me to see you in Winter. Help me to not waste this season, but to see the value of it, and to patiently await the arrival of Spring.