In New York, we are experiencing another winter snowfall. Everywhere you go, you can hear a person talking about how this is the coldest winter in a long time, and how sick and tired everyone is of the snow.
I have to agree that while the snow is falling, it is quite gorgeous, but once it hits the pavement in Manhattan, it turns after a short while into dirty gray and brown slush and snowdrifts. Some cars are still trapped in their icy encasements, especially in the suburbs where I live.
The gray-blue mist weighs heavily upon my soul. The whole experience reminds me of how hard life can be. There is a certain kind of fortitude and perseverance one has to have to make it through the relentless days of winter—the same can be said for any of life’s problems. It may seem as if a solution, like the spring, may never come.
Instead of falling into the dreariness of the winter, I am trying to accept it for what it is. The same holds true for the problems I have in my life—some things you just have to accept and wait for an end to present itself. For example, there has been a separation in my family for some time now and I cannot change the past to make everything go back to how it was. Instead, I have to realize that I have to trust in God’s plan for me and his timeline, not mine.
It may not make the winter any warmer, but perhaps it will make it more bearable.
What do you think of the weather lately? Are you a fan of the snow?