Though the Winter is Long

I have eight half written blogs begging to be finished along with at least a dozen more floating around in my head. Lately, it feels as if I have a lot of things to express but no way to articulate it. Over the past few months, I’ve felt the gamut of emotions – as one does when walking through grief.

Frustration. Confusion. Sadness. Hopelessness. Loneliness. Happiness. Joy. Trust. Anger. Exhaustion. Gratitude. Contentment. Unsettledness. Pressure. Freedom.

I’ve felt all of it. Usually, every day by 11 am.

Screen Shot 2017-10-28 at 9.39.04 PMOn Repeat. All Day. Every Day.

It’s hard to feel and think about so many things at one time. It’s not easy to live in the middle of so much tension; it’s overwhelming. But, it’s most of life. Most of life is not lived high atop the mountain or at the very bottom of a valley. It’s lived in the middle. The thing is, I hate the middle. I always have. For as long as I can remember I have struggled to be in the here and now. Even in the best of circumstances, I catch myself wondering what will come next. I even have a hard time settling into good seasons because I get so afraid they will end. I tell my counselor this is fear comes from historical data, not my crazy. He doesn’t buy it. I digress. Anyway, you can imagine how someone like me might do in the midst of some pretty heart-wrenching circumstances.

I’m doing my best to embrace what this season has to offer. By trying to embrace, I mostly mean I’m trying not to kick and scream my way through it. I’m also trying to limit my ice cream intake because, as it turns out, my metabolism has not gotten better with age. If this season of heartache can be compared to a cold winter, I’d love it to be a mild, quick one like in Florida.  Grit your teeth and just get through the short period of awful. There is a reason I live in the South, after all. But, this grief feels more like I need to buckle down in Montana for eight months. The only way to get through a Winter like that is by leaning into the cold, lighting a fire and making the season work for you. Embrace what it has to offer by whipping out your favorite cozy sweater, heating up some cider and using the time to hibernate and rest. I’m doing my best.

The thing is, Spring always comes.

It hasn’t sprung here yet. But, most days the snow is melting, albeit slowly. I’m trying to see the Winter for what it is. A time for not yet seen growth. A time to learn patience and faith, believing the harvest will come. When I choose, I see glimpses of goodness every day. The Lord has been faithful in provision, in relationships, and in His kind patience towards me.

And, I won a raffle at work a few weeks ago, so THE TIDES ARE TURNING, PEOPLE.

3 thoughts on “Though the Winter is Long

  1. You have always gotten back up. Out for the count? Never.

    If eight months is too long in Montana… you can always sled your way down into CO. There is a warm bed, fireplace, and cozy couch here that has your name on it.

    Love you!

    BTW… we are incredibly proud of the woman you are.

    MDP
    xo

  2. The tide is turning! A new season is just around the corner! I love you dearly and I’m so proud of you! And, Agree with MDP! There is always a place here in CO for you! Xo

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