I know many of you in the far north are thinking, "Seriously? You live in the SOUTH! What are you complaining about? Try three feet of snow and face-freezing temperatures and thick gray skies... day after day after day!"
Been there, done that. My condolences to you.
My problem is, I don't do winter well. Anywhere.
I know there's a reason for winter. A God ordained purpose.
But a lot of it has to do with waiting. And that's another thing I don't do well...wait.
Yes, I've learned patience throughout the years...God has been very good at answering that prayer.
Now maybe I need to pray for the grace to wait. To wait for that which I know will surely come.
But I have a feeling I am waiting for something far more glorious than a passing spring.
That the winter of my discontent-- with myself, our country, our world, serves a far greater purpose.