How long until Spring?

Officially it is the first day of Spring.  Yet as I look outside and hear the forecast for the next week it sound more like winter is still here.  They skies are overcast gray snow clouds outside. The forecast says it will remain like this for a week.  We are also suppose to get snow some more.  We may have a white Easter.

Winter even with the beauty of the season and snow reminds me so much of the trials I go through.  It seems like it will never end.  Spring will never come.  How long must it go on?  How long must we struggle to make ends meet?  How long must we struggle to find answers to health issues for my husband?  How long until the everyday trials subside?  How long LORD?  How long will the hurt from my past haunt my heart?  How long must I struggle with anxiety and depression?

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

     a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

 What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race.  He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.  Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 (NIV)

Even in the midst of the questions of “How long Lord,” in my heart there is peace that he is listening to all the struggles and doubts and pain.  The struggle cause me to lean into Christ and depend upon HIM instead of depending upon myself or someone around me. Yet just as things often seem hopeless there comes a time of spring, where laughter comes in again.  Seeing God provide for our needs each day.  A hug from a friend brings joy to my heart.  An honest expression of what is inside my heart brings joy to God’s heart.  Spring will come here eventually.  Hope always comes from God no matter the season I am in.

What season is your heart in?

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