“I know though the winter is long, even 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.” ( Seasons, Hillsong). I love winter. I love when I wake up to a fresh dusting of snow on the ground, or when I step outside and feel crisp air on my cheeks. I love that winter brings Christmas, and as December is upon us I become more and more excited. But as much as I love winter in the physical sense, I don’t like winter when it describes my season of life. I don’t like when I feel stuck in a perpetual state of waiting, with no sign of harvest in sight. For physical seasons I know that even though the snow might stay for a few months, spring is coming. Just like clockwork, every year around March it begins to melt, and buds begin to bloom. Over the summer months the crops will grow, and by fall the fields are ready to be harvested. But in seasons of life I have no calendar to go off of. Without an idea of how long my waiting will prolong, it’s easy to grow discouraged and impatient, and completely overlook the beauty that my winter holds. It’s hard to be in a season of waiting. It’s hard to see value in the in between and to not want to skip the winter entirely. But the longer that I’m in this season, the more I see contentment is worth fighting for. It is worth praying for, choosing, and then choosing again, because it is never something I won’t need. I also see that He is working as I wait. He is shaping my heart and changing my thoughts even in the quietest moments. And lastly, in the end contentment has very little to do with my season, and everything to do with my heart. I am called to rest in my Father and find all my satisfaction in Him no matter what season I’m in, and when I do that I will find the richest form of contentment regardless of my circumstance. So yes, it can be hard to not have a timetable of when spring will come. It can be hard to feel stuck in a rut, especially when it seems like everyone else’s life is changing in exciting ways, and my heart aches for Africa. But still there is beauty in the waiting. There is beauty in wrestling with contentment and learning to submit to where God has me now. So whether winter lasts a few months or a few years, I will continue to trust that just like a seed I will grow and blossom in His time, and the harvest coming will be well worth the wait.
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