A traveler crossed a frozen stream
in trembling fear one day:
Later another drove across,
and whistled all the way.
Great and little fait alike
were granted safe convoy:
One had pangs of needless fear,
the other all the joy.
I continue to try to embrace these long winter days and make the most of them. But for me winter often means everyday trials and tests of faith. Winter seems to go on forever. Once the warmer days return and the sun shines more often, the time seems to go much faster. I know that truly there is 24 hours in every day, there really is no difference in a winter day or a summer day when we count the hours.
I noticed some buds forming, the first sign of awakening nature after her winter's sleep, on my magnolia bush the other day. These buds won’t be blooming for quite a long time but they are there. Just like the bud we must keep our faith and trust that winter will come to an end and Spring will come. I think we must go through certain things in order to shape our character and prove our faith. I realized that the trees were not dead, but beginning to produce life all over again.
We as human beings need light. Our spirits need uplifted and renewed. We especially need this closer relationship to the light in the heart of winter’s darkened time, when so much of life goes underground, and dormancy rules the cold barrenness of the season.
Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone.
Roy R. Gilson
Winter is oft dreaded, but is a critical part of our year's cycle
Winter’s lesson : Look not to the winter and whatever it may bring, but to the buds of hope which will burst open in the Spring
The buds on all trees are formed many months before they burst forth into open leaf. It's hard to image things we can not see, touch or feel, we need faith that they are there.
Fear knocked at the door. Faith answered. No one was there.