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Winter of my soul

If you live in the northern climes, this is the time of year when you really start grumbling:  "More snow?", "I hate winter", "I can't wait until spring", "I just wanna see something green".  None of the other seasons engender such distaste, outright hatred or intense complaining.  (Really, when was the last time you heard someone say,  "I am so sick of the brilliant fall leaves" or "I just wish it was time to put away the patio furniture"??)

I'm right there with all the winter-haters, even though I enjoy winter.  It's a commanding season:  you HAVE to pay attention.  Snow and ice, cold and crisp all demand your mind and soul.  Still, by March 1st, we are weary.  We want a rest from the alert state.  We want the ease of spring.

I think this all speaks to our souls.  We have times when our souls need to be snapped alert, just as we are snapped alert by opening the door to a -3 degree morning.  We need a heightened state of prayer, of awareness of God's presence in our lives, of our need of redemption and reliance.  But it's hard to live that way all the time.  We also need rest and comfort, ease and time to breath.  It's hard to breath when it's freezing outside:  you have to bundle up and steel yourself against the air.  We need times when we can just open up our lungs, our soul and inhale deeply, easily.

Catholics love soulful rigor;  heck, Lent is next week!  But we also need to remind ourselves that God wants our company, not just our sacrifices.  We can rest easy in Him, be with Him, in the ease of green and fresh growth and renewed life.

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  1. Oh I love that..."God wants our company, not just our sacrifices."

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