"She grieves the chill of an estranged relationship with one of her children. Blaming herself, she struggles to let go of the "if onlys" and longs for the warmth of reconciliation. She lives with the dull ache of unspoken anger and the sting of love turned dutiful.
Winter's cold is not always cozy and the Winter years are not always golden. Yet we each, in our own ways, do the best we can for those we love. Our love is always human, always short of perfection.
We, too, will be inadequate stewards of our children's childhoods, incapable of meeting the needs of those we would wish to spare from all of life's hurts and disappointments.
Although I can't offer healing to one who lives in the Winter years or bears a wintry heart, I can offer hope. The God of Spring's new life, of Summer's joy, and of Autumn's fullness is also the God of Winter's chill. Although we never know what lies buried beneath the frozen stillness, we can trust that surely, surely, after Winter comes the Spring."
Psalm 33:18-22 - "But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love, to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine. We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy name. May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You.
Hebrews 6:19a - "We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure."
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