“You have made summer and winter.” Psalm 74:17
It’s already winter out there, no matter what the calendar says!! Ice storms in the Northeast, snow in the South, blizzards, and tons of Arctic air “flowing down from the North” are enough to put any global warming argument to rest, at least for now! In God’s word, we’re assured that seasons will remain until the end of time, and those seasons are actually from God.
The same goes for seasons in our lives. Sometimes our hearts feel like it’s spring; we skip about enjoying the sun, feeling ‘twitterpated’ (watch “Bambi” for elaboration :-), and in love with God, the world, and maybe even ourselves!
But it’s not always spring…seasons change, circumstances darken. In these “winters of affliction,” the Lord is ever near and He longs to warm our souls with the glow of His Spirit and the comfort of His Word. C.H. Spurgeon put it like this:
“Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if it is on you just now, it will be very painful to you. But there is this comfort: namely, that the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of adversity to nip the buds of expectation. He scatters the frost like ashes over the once verdant meadows of our joy. He casts forth His ice like morsels freezing the streams of our delight. He does it all..”
“Frost kills deadly insects and limits raging diseases; it breaks up the clods and sweetens the soul. Oh that such good results would always follow our winters of affliction!
How we prize the fire just now! How pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let us prize our Lord in the same manner, who is the constant source of warmth and comfort in every time of trouble. Let us draw near to Him and find joy and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in the warm garments of His promises and go forth to labours that are appropriate to the season.”
We don’t know how long the winter will last. The calendar puts a three-month time limit on it, but when it comes to spiritually cold or dismal times, we’re unaware of its limits. But we can have peace when we realize it’s just a season. And in every season. “His mercies are new every morning.” This hope carries me through the winters of my soul, until He calls out,
“Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come along!!
For behold the winter is past, the rain is over and gone!”
Song of Songs 2:10,11