This past Sunday morning when I woke it was foggy and grey, and there was a dusting of snow. As I drove to church it was winter wonder land like with the branches on the trees all icy and even the evergreens with their icy pine needles were so beautiful.
When I came out of church it was sunny which makes you feel warmed even thought it’s cold. The sun just brightens my spirit. I don’t think I could live where it grey and rainy, or cold and snowy over 50% of the tome.
As I drove home it struck me how drastically different the icy pattern of the trees were. Patches of trees had the winter wonderland look and other patches had a beautiful green spring look. When I was driving by trees near the road I realized even a single tree looked that way depending on which side of the tree you were on. Winter and spring were present together.
I find life to be like this. My spirit can be cold and gray, especially in my grief. Then something happens and I feel sunshiny and warm. Often this happens when I’m using my pain to help someone else, but it also happens when people notice that I’m happy. It’s a small glimpse of spring in my grief journey. Those glimpses are coming more frequently and staying around longer, but because it is a journey the grief still grips my heart in the cold grey.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12 For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Father may we recognize that winter and rain have a purpose in our life. That flowers can’t come without the hardship of winter or the nourishing rain. That it takes darkness in life for us to appreciate the sunshine. May we always know you are there through all the seasons. Amen
Grace Under Pressure 
Thanks for the reminder Tammie! Love reading your posts❤️
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