Okay that was a joke. I’m not going to talk about the meaning of life. But here is a picture of me and my friends next to a dinosaur.
I love this picture because I love the season- summer. I always think about longer days and warm mornings. I think everyone does. Especially in the winter months. It’s hard for me not to hate the contrast of the dark brown trees against the gloomy grey sky. Or the endless rainy days that have no promises of ending.
But a friend once told me that the purpose of winter is actually growth. The stripping of the leaves that exposes the deep brown that I always claim to hate. The frigid winds that beat against everything in its way.
When the temperatures drop and there nothing but bitter air, that’s the only way the roots in trees grow deeper. They need stability. They need to be deeply rooted in order to keep from being uprooted.
So the tree spreads its roots out, deeper and stronger. Clinging to the ground, it holds on with everything in it. But without the cold and winds, there would be no reason for the roots to grow.
You probably already know where I’m going with this.
But when I miss the warmth and sun, I have to remember that the bitter, tough seasons are the ones that make our roots grow so much deeper. We can rejoice because we can remember why it’s worth it. Nothing is wasted.
And not only that, but we also rejoice in our afflictions, because we know that affliction produces endurance, endurance produces proven character, and proven character produces hope. Romans 5:3-4
Hopefully this was some encouragement to someone.