As I stepped outside to beautiful sunshine and warmer temperatures, I found it difficult to remember that just a few short weeks ago we were battling snowstorm after snowstorm here in the northeast. “Not another storm,” “When will winter be over?” “We can’t possible have more snow” were the mantras heard throughout winter this year. Snow and more snow, tunnels plowed in our driveways, piles of snow 10 feet high, and buried mailboxes were common scenes. Ugh!
And now, spring arrives, as it always does. And with it, the birds sing a different song, the dirt moves aside for the bulbs to start peeping through, and the air takes on the fragrance of new life. The cold grey winter gently steps aside as we welcome the light and warmth of spring. And winter slowly becomes a distant memory.
Lessons to learn….
I pray that I might be able to forget my past hurts and sufferings as easily as I forget the snow of weeks ago. I pray that I may gently move forward to new life. And, I pray that when the time is right, that I may gently let go and welcome a new season.
Reflections on the Journey 
I’m with you Andie! May we forget what is behind and press forward to what lies ahead, as the apostle Paul writes in Philippians. I can’t wait for the warmer weather so I can enjoy the outdoors and take more photos.
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Judy
It’s funny how easily, and quickly, we forget all that snow. It was so intrusive in its immensity in our lives, and one day of 60 degrees and poof, it’s gone! I do have a reminder, though. I have to replace a few shrubs, the weight of the snow split them right down the middle
What great prayers! I love tying them together with the seasons. Very poignant.
As you pray for yourself, so I pray for you, Andie.
And I pray along with you your beautiful prayer.
Blessings.
Praying that you too could forget some of your painful hurts. Safe hugs to you dear one.
Heard a great homily this morning from one of our deacons. He talked about how ‘messy’ life is . . . disasters, deaths, cancers . . . but how Jesus is always in the midst of the messy-ness. And He gives us courage to face that messy-ness, overcome it, and then testify to others of God’s grace in the midst of our winters (to keep with your metaphor).
for everything there is a season … each at the right time … some seem more difficult than others