Winter isn’t the end.
I know it feels like it. Some winters feel longer than the calendar. The garden is brown, bare, silent. Nothing blooming. Everything stiff—or worse—still. If you walked past it today, you’d swear it was dead.
I’ve lived through seasons like that. Cold. Quiet. Like nothing is growing, no matter how hard I pray, how faithfully I show up, how many tears I cry into my pillow.
Don’t quit in the cold, Sis. Spring always comes for those who stay planted. Share on XWhen your life feels like that, a spiritual winter can settle in so quietly you don’t notice it at first. The heaviness in your routines, the prayers that feel like they’re bouncing off of ice, the exhaustion of being “strong” for everybody else sneak up on you.
I was tired of being strong. Tired of waiting. Tired of holding it together while everything around me was frozen. I wasn’t just weary—I’d started to wonder if God misplaced my address.
But trusting God in hard seasons doesn’t require you to feel warm. It requires you to stay planted.
