“February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.” ~J.R. Stockton
Winter is so full of promise — it causes many of us to appreciate the other three seasons of the year so much more! But there is such a quiet beauty about winter that keeps it from being a total downer.
On Wednesday my 23-year-old son may have to say goodbye to his father. A heart surgery is coming up tomorrow that, according to what doctors have told them, only has about a 20% chance of being successful. Despite the weather, my son has driven up to Missouri to spend some time with his father.
It’s hard to know what to say when someone who is probably at death’s door tells you he is really afraid. I have told him his son is headed up there and will be there soon, and that City Boy and I are praying for him and thinking of him. I have told him that with these surgeons he is in good hands. Blah, blah, blah. I don’t say it out loud, but it all seems like pointless words.
But, you know, with every breath of life there is hope. Maybe that 20% chance is all he will need for a new beginning.
The hope that Winter brings for a nice, warm Spring just around the corner is the same hope we should use for everything else in life. The ever present thought of what might be just around the corner; the hope in that slight chance that things might turn out even better than expected; the anticipation of rebirth.
As you stumble through this winter wonderland of snow and ice, or even if you have a winter full of nice, sunny days, I hope you are full of hope. Be careful, stay warm, and be blessed!
“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.” ~Victor Hugo