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Loving Every Season: What Hating Winter Has Taught Me

Out of the four seasons, there is one that I can barely muddle through.

It’s the one that leaves me shivering from December to March. The one that sends my heating bill spiking, and keeps my wood floors cold as the arctic. It’s the one that requires I wear two pairs of socks every day, and at least three sweaters. It’s the one that temporarily reddens the tip of my nose, and numbs my fingers at the expense of my dexterity.

It is winter, my friends. And it is right around the corner.

As a little child I didn’t mind winter so much. I loved hot chocolate, snow angels, and snow days, and that was enough to keep me satisfied. But now as an adult, very in touch with all of my discomforts and complaints, I dislike winter quite a lot. Summer is great with its warm sun, sweet smelling flowers, tank tops and flip-flops. Sweet spring holding all of the hope that summer is coming, and the cruel winter has ended at last. Fall is one of my favorites; pumpkins, and the smell of bonfires, hot apple cider, and snuggly sweaters.

I must admit I have begun feeling guilty for my hatred of winter. It is a season after all, doing its part like every other one. Not to mention that it is the proud owner of Christmas, my favorite Holiday by far. So I have begun to wonder if maybe I have been a little too hard on winter, maybe it’s not as unkind as I think.

Winter was once described to me as a beautiful portrait of God’s grace. It’s a season of very little obvious beauty, no budding flowers, no warm breezes, no cool rains. Nothing is growing through the winter. It’s almost as though life has stopped. But underneath the frozen ground, bulbs are nestled, waiting for the right moment to grow, trees stand naked and strong though they shiver and sway. Although it seems as though nothing is happening, the whole world is preparing for spring. Beauty is coming.

Winter is like those seasons in our life that seem hopeless and empty. We wander them looking for any sign of life, wondering if it will ever end, begging for answers. Sometimes we don’t get them. Later on in our lives it may all come together in a way that makes sense, sometimes it won’t. But regardless, out of the cold and barren places comes beauty. The naked trees grow new leaves, the flowers begin to sprout up from the ground, the snow melts, and there’s grass once again.

Now looking at winter, the season I have so despised, I can’t help but feel as if it is smarter than the others. It knows the power of hope in a way that no other season can; its lesson is far greater than the ones that the other seasons could teach. Winter reminds us of Christ, His presence in the emptiness, His plan for all the beauty to come, and His power in every moment.

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  • I think it’s nice that you can see some beauty in winter. I’m a winter hater myself – I can’t stand the cold and I’m miserable when I’m cold. I hate driving in the snow and ice. And I have SAD so my anxiety/depression gets much worse this time of year. I just have to get through it til spring, but at least there’s Christmas!

  • I grew up hating winter as well. I think I still dislike it but you put a new perspective on it and it opened me eyes. It makes total sense. I always felt like life kinda stopped in the winter since it limits the amount of things you can do but like you said, every things resting and waiting for the perfect time

  • Can’t stand winter either. But, loved your perspective. Very beautifully written!

  • I despise winter. I’ve begged my husband to move to a warmer climate but he loves Chicago. However, as much as I hate winter I have to admit I love Christmas. Christmas is the only time when I appreciate the winter season and the snow that comes with it. I enjoyed reading your perspective.

  • Thank you! I am convinced that changing our perspectives on winter can help at least a little!

  • I hear ya! Sometimes I underestimate the power of positivity. What has helped me is listing, on paper, the things that I love amidst the winter blues. It really does help. And at the end of the day, you’re right, there’s always Christmas to keep us excited as we freeze!

  • I think there is so much beauty in the resting of the winter, but I often miss it because I am so busy hating the things that I find uncomfortable. At the end of the winter is like a re-charge for all of creation, including us. Doing my best to give winter a chance this year!

  • Thank you for your kind words! Christmas definitely keeps me going as the cold starts to creep in!