Do you ever get the wintertime blues? The great philosopher Alan Jackson informed us a while back that there “Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.” But I’m thinking wintertime blues are a whole lot more dangerous. Cold weather and gray skies suck the life out of my soul. How about yours? Research indicates a winter funk has something to do with a lack of vitamin D and sunshine. Shorter amounts of daylight make for longer amounts of indoor time. Cabin fever gets me cranky.
Only a few weeks ago such strong overwhelming discouragement set in that I wondered if I had some sort of chemical imbalance. But when I examined our circumstances, I decided it was just life. Being three weeks away from foreclosure didn’t exactly give me reason to dance. Reality really does stink sometimes.
See the tiny purple crocus [is more than one croci?] They are trying their best to bloom.
And there’s a daffodil about to burst with joy.
The Lenten rose bush my friend Duane gave me last summer not only lived, but has blooms.
Crabapple blossoms peep through the thorns as if to say, “Sure it’s cold. But aren’t we happy?”
One of my mother-in-law’s phrases that I love is, “It won’t always be this way.”
Winter will pass. The sun will warm things up. Flowers will bloom.
It’s God’s way of curing the wintertime blues.
So let’s get on past our cranky selves! It won’t always be this way.
By the way, God took care of our need. Foreclosure didn’t happen. The great weight was lifted.
And sure it’s still cold.
But aren’t we happy!