I believe my season will come

​I heard the song "Seasons" by Hillsong Worship last night for the first time. The lyrics really spoke to me.

This week, the world around me is covered in snow. Lots of it. I have a lot of childhood snow memories. None stronger than how a fresh snow instantly transformed the miles and miles of fields around our home into seas of white.

The blankets of snow were good for those fields. They provided the moisture and nutrients they'd need for a bountiful harvest the following year. I watched this happen, year after year. I came to know it as truth. As a cycle for life.

I think we all get to a season of winter in our lives. I do. In fact, there are times I feel like I'm in a constant state of winter, covered in snow, little happening, nothing is growing, wondering if the harvest will ever come.

But it does. It always does. Just like those fields of snow would always turn back to fields of green, I've seen the harvest come enough in my life to know God is always working.

This relationship with God is one that relies a lot on patience. Living a life that I often feel would go much better moving along at MY pace requires patience - and wisdom - to fully trust in God's timing.

It requires faith.

The seasons, the snow, it's a reminder that God has an order about things. When we reach a point in our life when it looks like the green pastures are gone, they come back greener than ever.

Christmas is a reminder that there is beauty in the growing. God took great joy bringing us hope in a baby. In letting us see the story of that baby - a story of hope that doesn't come in an instant, but unfolds and grows.

Maybe it's God's way of saying there is beauty in OUR stories. That he believes in them. That even though at times, to us, it feels like we are stuck, God fully sees our promise.

Even in winter.