In a way, winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.”
-Edna O’Brien (Irish Novelist)
I don’t do winter. I may have mentioned that a time or twelve.
Winter, particularly, brings out my inner philosopher. No one likes my inner philosopher. Especially not me!
I begin asking questions like “Why, specifically, am I here on this earth, Lord?”
Each time that question pops into my mind, I end up having a conversation with myself that’s 5 kinds of crazy. It usually goes a little something like this:
Me: “Why are you struggling so hard to make sense of It All?”
Well, me again, I guess: “Because I want to understand why I’m here. I want to make sure I’m doing what I’m meant to do.”
I get to thinking about that intersection of Faith and Follow. It’s sometimes blaring with so much traffic, that it’s no wonder we get directionally confused. Or worse, forget that I have to wait for the light to turn green before moving forward. And the longer I live on this earth, the more convinced I am that when I’m not sure which direction to go in, there’s really only one help for it.
Patience. Especially when it feels like winter in my soul.
“There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.”
Philippians 1:6 (The Message)
And if I’ll just practice some more patience, and keep trusting, then what’s inside, will indeed spring forth.