When asked, what is your favorite season, I always respond- Spring. It is the season of new growth, new bloom, and great appreciation for moving forward. But when I consider winter, it is a season of preparation and contemplation.
There was snow in my area this past week. A large snow fall is not typical in my region so I always hope for one big snow that changes the landscape of everything around me. I tracked the weather forecast with the experts, hoping one of the systems would be true. One forecast said 3.5 inches, another said 5 inches, and another predicted 9.5 inches. I went to bed with the anticipation of a child waking up on Christmas morning. I woke up to see the snow had fallen throughout the night. I went to the back window, as I do every morning, and saw the tracks of things that had wandered on the property and I wonder what made that trail.
But just a couple of days later, I wandered to the front and see how the sun shines and announces the grass that lays underneath waiting for spring. I see the tree standing strong and naked waiting to bloom into a beautiful wardrobe of pink petals.
I see my self in the contemplation of winter.I contemplate on the tracks I have left in other’s lives. Were may words edifying, were my actions meaningful, were my thoughts pure? Are my tracks of life leading me along a good path of understanding others or selfishly making my own way?
There is the beautiful restoration of spring. All those thoughts and worries that may seem like dreary episodes of melting snow is preparation for the new growth of a life living in full bloom.
This is why spring is my favorite season. I can look back at that tree that stood naked surrounded by melting snow, and know the seasons of life, when pruned, make me grow stronger. The tracks of my life may wander in different places, with different people, and in different pursuits, and bloom in every situation.
And when I am asked, what is a favorite scripture, I sometimes answer with Philippians 4:12-13. “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all through him who gives me strength.”
I am grateful for all the seasons. They each have a purpose for us to admire and appreciate.
Always grateful,
Walking In Your Gifts 