I am in the winter of my soul; All lies dead and quiet, without color and without warmth. But I know one thing about winter – that after it, comes spring.
And then – my soul will burst forth with life and vigour anew. I believe that you, Lord, will breath your life on me like warm spring air. The snow will melt, the ground will thaw, and all that once looked dead will look more alive than ever before.
My soul is in it’s winter. But winter does not last forever, but always surely ends Slowly, or suddenly. But it ends.
I will come out of this. I will see light. I will know joy once more.
“Weeping may tarry for a night, but joy comes with the morning.” – Psalm 30:5 ESV
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I completely get what you’re saying here. Except that my winter has been terribly long, so long that I wonder if my trees are dead.
Don’t give up – Moses waited something like 50 years for the winter of his soul to end. “These [OT heroes] all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth…But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one.” – Hebrews 11:13,16