Winter is on my head...and down my boots...but eternal spring is in my heart. (my paraphrase)
Winter blew in another foot of snow onto our already knee-deep supply. I'm beginning to think spring will never come. In fact, I can't help but wonder, after two miserable winters in a row, if we might not be entering a new Ice Age!!
Rather than let my heart sink under the sheer weight of this thought, I decided to bundle up and get out in it.
The first step I took off of our porch, I was in up to my thigh. I shook my head and said to myself, "Shoot, I guess these wooly knee socks aren't going to cut it!" But, rather than turn back, I choose to trudge on.
Several times I nearly lost my boots. The deep snow was like quicksand. One icy blast knocked me down for the count, and I wondered for a second if that was where my hubby would find me when he got home from work...frozen in place.
But, then the clouds parted and the sun illuminated the landscape into the purest white. It was breathtaking and the motivation I needed to pull myself back upright.
My legs felt numb as I turned back toward the house. But, at the same time I felt strangely invigorated. My heart pounded inside my chest from the workout. It also pounded with a renewed sensation of hope.
Despite the icy wind's continued bluster, the suns rays are strenthening. I paused a moment to soak them in. Winter may be throwing everything it's got at us, but, in the end spring will win the day!
We can rejoice when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not disappoint.