“To every thing there is a season…”
Winter’s bony fingers reach down and hold everything in their icy grip. I shiver as I walk out the door to greet the day. My visible breath leaves tiny puffs of moisture hanging in the yard. I gaze at my garden; it looks forlorn. I’ve not seen a bee or a butterfly in weeks. The usual crowd at the birdfeeder has thinned to a single bird.
I love the winter in all of her unhurried quiet. It’s a time to let go and surrender to God, just as the trees let go of their leaves. They stand naked in their truth in the glare of the cold. We too can stand naked in front of God, stripped of all our adornments. This is the season for the naked truth. This is the season for deepening our relationship with God.