We’re back to cold temperatures here in Cincinnati this week, but last week we had a burst of warm, windy weather that gave everyone a little extra energy after a snowy slog through winter. I did several loads of laundry and squelched through the mud to hang sheets on the line. I don’t have a clothes dryer, and it’s particularly challenging to dry bedding inside.
It doesn’t take much to remind me that winter (or summer) never last forever, although while I’m in the grip of extreme heat or extreme cold I can lose that sense of hope. My spiritual life is a bit like that, too. When times get tough, I can get lost in the doom and gloom. But a psalm, a song, a favorite prayer, a note from a friend, can remind me of the promise that I’d forgotten.
The trick is finding ways to remember the joy. With the weather and the seasons, it’s easy. God takes care of tossing some sunshine into the mix on a regular basis. I need to be more aware of staying in touch with the prayer routines that I know can be as constant as the sun.