Seasons

Some seasons in life are painful. The kind of season that you just seem to be stuck in with no way out; like a winter night that is so cold and dreary and seems to never end. But then, through the cold, crisp air a slight glimpse of light peaks out from behind the clouds and the hope of spring tries desperately to stop those winter nights from returning until her time comes once again. This is the season I am in.

I spent the last while in what seemed to be a long, cold winter. Just as in reality, spring is still not here. But, also like the melting snow outside, I have seen that glimpse of hope; the light shining out to melt away the cold. And, I am excited. Excited for what God has done; excited for what He is doing. I have hope.

Life is tough. But, I am learning so much, and growing in Him. And, He is stretching me and shaping me and I can't wait to see what He will do next. I know winter must come again. It is just the way it is. But, after the death of the old comes the birth of new things; new life blooms everywhere and the hope of great things is born.