I’m lovin’ this winter. I’ve been hearing lots of discontent from family and friends, about the record number of below zero temps and snow. And yeah, I admit it’s gotten to be a bit much at times.
I’m tired of changing the towel that’s shoved into the grooves of my bedroom window, to catch the water leakage from the ice dam on the roof. I look out that window and I can see the snow is now halfway up the side of that wall. There’s a huge mass of icicles hanging from my one-story roof, reaching down and meeting the snow, the tips disappearing into the white ground.
And okay, neither am I thrilled with the below zero nights. Especially when the negatives dip into double digits. I’m tired of gating off opened cabinets to keep the pipes from freezing, or worrying about my shift-worker husband driving home on deserted roads at midnight.
Even the dog is driving me crazy. He runs into my office periodically and gives me wide, demented, cabin fever stares… right before he gets into some trouble. (Poor baby).
I’m not even happy with the way our village ran out of road salt, much as many other communities have, and told us they couldn’t get sand so we would be driving on snow packed roads from now on. Their sage advice was to avoid the hills. Since my community is nothing but hills, I could only laugh at that advice. I know the village is swamped with complaints, bless their frozen hearts, and I really do appreciate their efforts. I am not one of the complainers. But I do think that when they threatened us with liability for accidents in front of our house if we blew our snow into the road, perhaps they were over-reacting to criticism.
Yet, this morning, while I was out snow blowing the latest 6 inches of white, trying to widen the driveway (which is becomingly alarmingly narrow), and dislodging today’s chewed newspaper from the blades of the snow blower… I had to admit that I still wasn’t done with this winter.
I shoveled the snow from in front of the mailbox so the mailman could deliver my junk mail, went in and got the dog, and watched him struggle valiantly through the drifts to mark his favorite pine tree. Then we just walked around a bit, enjoying the brilliant winter day.
Don’t get me wrong…. I love the other seasons. How could I not? When everything bursts with life? I love gardening and summer flowers and the colors in fall. But winter has always been my favorite season.
I love the feel of the cold air on my face. It makes me feel alive. I love the peaceful quiet. It makes me feel safe.
I love discerning the patterns of growth in the bare trees, designs you can’t glimpse when they’re fully clothed in leaves.
The stark browns and grays that spring like charcoal drawings from a blinding white landscape. And the way the snow coats the railings of the fence, or lays like vanilla frosting on top of giant evergreen pines.
Of all the seasons, winter always makes me think of God the most. Certainly I pray more during winter! For safety on the ice and the hope the furnace doesn’t die. But it’s more than that. The tilt and orbit of the Earth around the Sun, the never ending pattern of light and dark…. this is what makes our seasons, and all seasons are from God. We could not exist without them.
The bible tells us that after the great flood, God promised Noah cycles of seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, without end, as long as the earth existed, (Genesis 8:22). From the breath of God ice is made, He balances nature, and does wondrous things, (Job 37). He gives snow like wool, (Psalm 147:16).
So call me crazy, but I think I have good cause not to join the voice of the dissenters. You can bet I’ll be right there with you come spring, delighting over early crocus and that first lime green flush of new grass. But until then? I’m still lovin’ this winter!