I've seen it in the eyes of so many lately.
I see it in the girl staring back at me in the mirror.
There are weeks and seasons of life when hardships fall,
and like the snow outside my window, they just keep coming.
Frozen flakes, so insignificant in their own right, stomped down,
compounded, pressed to ice, suffocate the life from the ground of the heart.
And the heart, feeling the weight of each trial, threatens to stay this way:
frozen in perpetual winter, fearing perpetual loss.
Disappointments mount and the songbird just won't sing.
Not now, its the dead of winter.
Ah, but spring is coming, so they say.
Try telling that to ground, so exposed, so devastated.
It is coming, whether the ground, or my heart,
believes it or not.
But not until the fullness of this season has come to pass.
Until then, I'll do as the earth:
I'll look to the same Son that governs each winter day,
Just as He reigns in the extravagance of spring.
And as I wait, I trust the warmth of His love will thaw the ground of my heart,
as I move toward Him.
And that nothing, not even a heart frozen with fear and disappointment,
Can separate me from the love of God in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:38-39).
*A few picts to lighten a heavy heart: