The Sun Still Rises in Winter

Winter came early this year. We had snow in October! Winter can feel like a vortex sucking me down, and a continuous struggle to keep my head above the current. It’s extra long here up North. 6 months plus. And there’s no escaping it.

Some days I feel like my cat… a tad desperate for winters long days to be over and things to warm up.

Hello? Anybody??

But just when I feel like I can’t bare it a moment longer, the sun glows behind the tree line early in the morning with promises of a glorious bright day.

I’m writing a piano piece that fills me with hope and warmth. I can get lost in the notes as they carry me along, like a ride, and bring me places I cannot go. As I was playing the other day the words “The sun still comes up in winter, the sun still rises in the cold” burst out of the notes pressed down on ivory keys. And I knew it’s true. I love the sun. When the sun touches my face I know without a doubt God is so immeasurably good, and this life (even in the cold) is a precious gift. Filled with beauty and purpose, and beating to the pulse of God’s great love.

Sometimes my feelings need to shut up, and move over for what I know.

This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope.

The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,

For His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.

“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I have hope in Him.

~Lamentations 3:21-24