Soul Winters

I think that there might be seasons of the soul. Spring in the soul is when everything is new and fresh and filled with the promise of growth.

Summer is the warm, growing, luscious time of the soul. It is filled with joy and expectation. Rapid growth can be observed, like in a garden.

Autumn is that time of the soul for reflection, to enjoy the still warm and colorful days of this time of year and life.

Winter can be a time of cold and alienation. It has days that are dark and dreary, interspersed with bright, white days of beauty. It can be a prolonged period of reflection and growth, though unseen. Or it can be a time of bleakness in which the unseen is unknown and forgotten.

Living in a place with four distinct seasons is a blessing. I don't like winter so maybe that is why I portray it as bleak. I love the bright, hot, windy days of summer. The time when all is growing and you can see it! Oh, I know the analogy breaks down horribly, but I DO sometimes feel like I am in a soul winter.

Praise God that the seasons come and go and so will a winter of the soul.