Air-conditioning blasted through dusty moving van vents as we pulled away from our southern roots, yet the farther north we drove, the more those vents burned high with heat.
Our choice of sandals and shorts proved naive, as 1300 miles later, our new city welcomed us to a sky-show greeting the likes of which we’d never known: snow flurry confetti tumbling gently in the breeze.
During those early days of northern life, I devoted many an hour to my favorite new past-time: watching fresh snow fall from the heavens, drifting in peaceful purpose, as if called for calm by its Maker.
And it didn’t disappoint.
Until that day in May, six months later.
Arriving early to gather my kids from school, I lingered in the waning moments of quiet, when to my southern-born surprise, fluffy fat drops, clothed in white, danced playfully along my windshield.
Seriously? Is spring not a thing around these parts? I wondered.
Thinking back to that chilly afternoon of yesteryear, I smile. For though it’s now another place and time, here I sit again—captivated, as delicate snow puffs catch in the wind this early spring day.
Soft beauty elegantly falling, in the “wrong” season.
And yet, there’s something about snow that makes me want to forgive it; even when it pushes the boundaries of its season, I’m charmed by its grace.
Beauty is relentless like that, isn’t it? Always adapting to its surroundings; never intimidated by the unpredictability of a broken world; showering grace into the most unexpected of moments.
I ponder how nature sometimes mirrors life—reflecting the “winters” of discomfort, hardship, or pain that have lingered too long, pushing the boundaries of their seasons, leaving us craving the warmth of relief.
Sweet friend, does this ring familiar for you? Are you trudging through trials that seem to continue long past their seasons?
It’s sometimes hard to notice through the haze of exhaustion, but in these times of relying on God amidst the struggle, we’re living the truth of Jeremiah 17:7, “…blessed are those who trust in the LORD and have made the LORD their hope and confidence.”
His very essence is our every hope! 
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For every drawn-out season when we thought for sure we’d be past this by now—His strength and mercy are our hope; His character and power, our confidence.
The God who plans our paths is faithful to bless our trust. And though we may not always sense this blessing in the moment—our trust isn’t in the understanding of our circumstances, but in the faithfulness of our God who makes all things beautiful in their time.
So, may we quiet our anxious timetables and trust His pace as we wait for the snow to melt amid the seemingly unending winters of life. In this place of trust, beauty abides. Beauty in the relief of surrender…in the stability of hope…in the promise of blessing.
Looking out my window, I can spy the barely visible green of blossoms pressing up against lacy white snow—two seasons converging. The long winter of pain, bumping up against the comforting spring of relief. Beauty beneath the surface, greeting beauty in the light—beauty upon beauty; both submissive to their parts of the story.
And it looks a lot like hope. 
How are you finding hope and beauty amidst life’s hardships, friend? We’d love for you to join the conversation over at Proverbs 31 Ministries today! ♥
Just took a moment to read this…so beautiful, Brenda! I love how the spiritual mirrors the natural in many ways. HOPE is a wonderful conclusion.
God knows how to get our attention, doesn’t He, Janice? 🙂 Thank you for dropping by and reading, my friend. ♥