I believe my season will come

​Like many in my community, I woke up yesterday to snow on the ground. It excited my boys. A two-hour school delay. But for many, the snow, the winter, it is not exciting.

In fact, it can be depressing.

Winter, the days are shorter and darker, the trees and plants and plush yards have all gone to sleep. Snowfall blankets the world as if wishing for the world to disappear.

For some, winter is not exciting. Winter is a reminder that they have been stuck in the winter of life for far too long.

But our God - and us and our world and our lives - we are seasons if nothing else. We are winter to spring, seed to harvest.

Over and over.

Though the winter is long ever richer
The harvest it brings
Though my waiting prolongs even greater
Your promise for me like a seed
I believe that my season will come

(~Hillsong Worship)

We are not people of patience. We are not ones comfortable waiting out the winters of life for the promise of the harvest they bring.

But our God IS a God of patience.

A God who could have saved the world in an instant sent a baby in a manger. A baby that would grow through the seasons of life, like you and I, until there was life no more.

But in His final winter, the baby in a manger left us with a promise.

The harvest is worth waiting for.

Oh God, if you're not done working, I'm not done waiting. Nowhere has your patience shown through more brightly, like a bright sun on fresh snow, than the patience you have planted in every struggling moment of my life.

In every winter, you have been there, looking like harvest.

Hope.

And more and more, the surprise snow, it is a reminder, I am just in the winter. And the God of patience is patiently readying me for spring.

This Christmas season, more than ever, I do believe.

I believe that my season will come.