Winter is a time of stripping, a season of bleak and barren ground. But just as we see it in nature, we must also go through these seasons in our own tender souls. Seasons when everything is cold, even our hurting, aching hearts.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
The trees have lost their vibrant leaves. There is a suffering, a sadness, and a death that must occur. And yet even so, transformation is deep at work through this affliction. We find ourselves trying to save the very life we know we are called to lay down and lose. But losing is gaining in Christ, and our only hope for True Life. For the blooms of spring only come forth through the suffering of winter.
Betty so tenderly says,
Painful circumstances that seem so defeating and discouraging are most often sacred gifts holding the seeds of our healing if we will embrace them, persevere through them, and allow them to change us and wake us up to a whole new way of seeing. So often when we are hurting, we run from one thing to the next, frantically looking for a quick fix that will ease our searing pain and restore things to the way they used to be. However, God is not seeking restoration but transformation. The more we submit to and participate in the mystery of this purifying work, the more we begin to experience a sense that everything, even our darkest pain, is held in Divine Love. The Hidden Life Awakened
What we usually don’t realize in the heaviness of winter is that it’s actually a holy winter, where the sanctifying work of Christ has His way in us that the warm, joyful summers never fully could. We trust that His hand is at work even when we don’t feel it. We hold fast to His hope and cling to His grace as He becomes our song in the darkest night – because He is all we have.
Hold fast, my dear disciple.
Love claimed you long ago.
Your grieving is My squeezing,
the pressure of My hand,
a touch that knows your sorrow,
a touch that heals today,
that seals, reveals tomorrow.