This morning, I woke up to a cold bedroom again, and my spirit felt deflated. How could Spring have teased us so?

I even complained a bit to the Lord, thinking through the metaphor of the Spring thaw as it related to my heart during the Lenten Season. With the return of cold, it seems my heart is icing over again. I don’t feel tender toward the Spirit as I have over the past few weeks.

And then, even through my grumbly attitude, the Lord somehow managed to lead me to his word. I picked up the prayer book for today’s Psalms, and made my way to 146 and 147. Just as I was about to finish, the Lord gave me this gift: Psalm 147:16-18.

He spreads snow like a white fleece,

he scatters frost like ashes,

He broadcasts hail like birdseed—

who can survive his winter?

Then he gives the command and it all melts;

he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!

The Lord is sovereign over this cold weather. When it’s time for Spring, it will be Spring. And the Sovereign also is Lord over my heart: with his commands, he can break through the icy shell and warm up my soul toward Him once again.

Bible passage from The Message (MSG), Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

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Charity Singleton Craig

Charity Singleton Craig is a writer, author, and speaker, helping readers grow in their faith and experience true hope in the middle of life’s joys and sorrows. She is the author of My Year in Words: what I learned from choosing one word a week for one year and coauthor of On Being a Writer: 12 Simple Habits for a Writing Life That Lasts.


  • spaghettipie ,

    Encouraging thoughts. Thanks so much for sharing.

    • Charity Singleton ,

      Ted — I like your comment that we need to choose His will over ours, and when Spring finally comes, it will be all the more fun. Implied meaning: sometimes God’s will is hard, but we still need to choose it! You’re so right!

      Craver — The poem is perfect! Yes, it snowed here most of the day Saturday (thankfully it didn’t stick to the ground much). Tody is beautiful, though, and I am on my way out to mow! What a glorious thought! (Those dandelions are having their way with my yard again!)

      • Craver Vii ,

        Yeah, it snowed here last week. Hang in there. Here’s a poem to cheer you up.

        Snowball
        by Shel Silverstein
        I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be.
        I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
        I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it’s head.
        Then, last night it ran away.
        But first — it wet the bed.

        • Ted Gossard ,

          L.L.’s second paragraph on her first comment, I’m referring too. 🙂

          • Ted Gossard ,

            Charity, I hear you. We’re tired of the cold, yet God is at work in it all. And I guess I have to hold on to that. In all of life he’s at work and I need to trust him and choose his will over mine.

            It will be all the more fun when Spring really sets in!

            Good passage. And good thought too, from L.L.

            • L.L. Barkat ,

              Sorry, dear friend… it sounds like the winter blues are squeezing you… I can certainly relate to the not-getting-my-way thing. Then sometimes I wonder, and what would that change? Would I be happy then?

              • Charity Singleton ,

                A Musing — I’m sure you also read Llama Momma’s account of her boys being excited it cold, right? I wish I could have that kind of child-like flexibility.

                LL — Oh, I think there are a number of things that cause my heart to grow cold . . . not getting my way, the uncertainty of life, the day-to-day life that sometimes feels like drudgery. The root, of course, is sin and an unrenewed mind. The Lord can use all of these difficulties in my life, but occasionally I stop remembering that.

                • L.L. Barkat ,

                  Icing over again… hmmm… I didn’t realize it had been doing so before… what do you suppose is the source of this… any thoughts?

                  I love the verse. How tenderly He speaks to us, even when we wake to Him with a blink and a frown.

                  • A Musing Mom ,

                    Hmmm…I needed to hear that too. Thanks for sharing!