The middle of winter is here. That time of the year when the remains of the holidays are waning and the tug of spring is gripping your heart. It is a rather melancholic time – full of remembering, forgetting, and hoping. I don’t much care for this time of the year. You kind of feel like you’re stuck in the middle of a boring sermon. It would be rude to get up and walk out, stare out the window, or nod off, but you have that desire to be somewhere else…anywhere else. So while the preacher drones on you keep your eyes fixed on the speaker, nod your head in agreement every now and again, and let your mind do the wandering. I’ve been there, and I’ve been on the other side of that vacant stare as well. I never really took it too personally. If the Good Lord gave me something to say to the people, then I said it as best as I knew how and trusted Him to get the message to the people that needed to hear it. Everyone is going to hear and receive differently and what they take in is entirely dependent on where they are, what they’re going through, and how attentive to the Spirit they are.
There are also seasons of our lives, much like the seasons of the year. There are warm, growing spring times when everything seems new and fresh and we are eager to reach higher with every warm ray from the sun or raindrop from the sky. Then there are long hot summers spent basking in the blessings, nurturing the newly sprouted vines and waiting for the harvest. The autumn is spent bringing in that harvest that we diligently planted in the spring and tended throughout the summer, storing it neatly and properly so that it can be used throughout the cold, dark winter. Then the winter comes and we huddle close for warmth and remember the seasons past and pray for blessing in seasons to come.
Now is that time of the year when all or our memories have been shared and all that is left to do is hope you have enough fire wood and food in your storehouse. It is a time for planning for the season ahead and preparing for the harvest that will follow. Soon our still tender roots will begin to feel the warmth of a springtime sun. Our senses will come to life again, rain will once again fall on a thirsty ground, and we will experience life abundant. Sometimes seasons are long, sometimes short; some are fruitful and some barren – every life has them, and every life needs them. The seeds of the past become the fruit of the future that we tend in the present.