seasonally speaking.

i journaled this yesterday while taking a break from working on homework (yep, i'm back at honeyrock) and i thought i'd share it with you:

i needed a break from sitting and writing... because i was falling asleep. :-) so i went for a "run" since the sun's out today, even though it's a little bit chilly. 1/2 the ground is muddy, 1/4 is icy, and 1/4 is reasonably runnable. that and i'm not used to running again, especially on trails. it was still good though. i hung out at ski hill mostly because it was pretty dry there. i rand the little loop several times and went up and down the hill twice- laying at the top and soaking up the sun for a few minutes each time. it was a glorious time with God. as i made my way back to loberg i thought about the seasons, as spring is c learly fighting a battle against winter right now. i just think that sometimes we simply endure winter while secretly hoping and waiting for spring. sure we find ways to entertain ourselves in the snow and cold, we may even enjoy being out in the cold, but somewhere deep inside we long to be warm. isn't this also true of the "seasons of life"? we go through the "winter" of life with varying perspectives- hatered, excitement, apathy- just waiting for a break in the weather. and when it comes you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who would say, "i just wish it was really cold again and the days were darker..." at the end of a long, hard winter. we're told, commanded, expected to "patiently endure" our winters in life- these trials and hard times. these are easier to endure with others who are experiencing the same thing. someone living through a southern state winter cannot completely understand the brutality of a northwoods wisconsin winter. one who is going through trials and temptations, frustrations and doubt cannot be comforted in the same way by someone whose life is in the full bloom of spring. this is why we band together. two are better than one. where two lie down together they will be warm. warm enough, perhaps, to keep holding on to that distant hope for spring. if they are lucky, their springs will coincide and they will be blessed in rejoicing together the way they lamented before.
thre's something to be said for experiencing life together. i fully believe it's what God intended.



"i cannot hold it in or remain composed, love's taken over me..." - david crowder band, you are my joy