Regardless, winter in all its forms––weather, personal, or spiritual––can be tough, either by its length or its intensity. It is then we must remember that spring will come. God has promised it. God created it.
So even though we have not yet seen the end of one calendar month of winter, some of us might have already had enough and yearn for fairer climes. And even though your own personal or spiritual winter may just be beginning, you might already feel buried under the weight of the emotional drifts. But remember . . . remember . . . spring will come.
That’s why I love to look back at pictures of warmer times, when trees were leafing out and flowers were blooming. Because when it is bleak outside my home’s walls or inside my personal life, they are reminders of the spring destined to come.