This morning, we woke up to snow. And honestly? I hated it. I love the cold, but I also love the warm. Most of all, more than anything though, I love the changes that come with the seasons.
See, this is "spring" in North Carolina. Over the last week, I have worn sandals, skirts (with no tights), sweaters, jackets, short sleeves, and boots with wool socks. It does this every year...the back and forth weather...and every year I find myself hating the cold and longing for the warm sunshine and open windows, and every year I am "surprised" by cold, wet weather at the end of March. I find myself longing for bare feet and open windows.
I think the Lord has a lesson for me in this snow, though...He always has a lesson for me. And today, seeing that daffodil, trying to bloom, even surrounded by snow...He told me to "stop complaining."
He is making things new. He is making me new.
I preach gratitude and choosing joy and seeing beauty in even the worst things. I practice those things, I do, and I believe them. But then I still complain and worry and sometimes I completely freak out, if we are being real...I am not even close to perfect. He still has so much work to do in me, and through me, I am completely certain of that. So maybe I need to stop complaining, and instead speak joy and encouragement and life. Maybe I need to stop complaining, and instead listen and love and worship the Creator.
I am a daughter of the King, the most high, the God who rescues and loves and gives each of us grace and mercy. His mercies are new each morning, even when it is cold and snowy in March. He loves me so much that He is making me new. I have nothing to complain about.