The Winter of Our Discontent

Have you ever felt grief over the weather?
Have you ever grieved springtime?

I have.
And I am.

I am mourning the absence of the grass.
The lack of sunshine.
I miss the rain.
I miss gentle breezes.

I miss taking my dogs for a walk on the farm.
I want to ride my bike, and I want to put my rollerblades on and skate at Stoney Creek.
I want to go swimming.
I want to drift in my husband’s little fishing boat down the St. Clair River.
I want to dig in my garden.
I want to feel the sun’s warmth on my face and on my skin.

I want to sweat.

I know.
“Don’t wish your life away.”

I know.
“For everything there is a season.
For everything there is a purpose under Heaven.”

I know all that.
But for God’s sake Spring, please come home for Easter.

I cannot wait to celebrate you home.