I hate winter. I absolutely positively hate winter. Even as I get yet another unexpected day off from work because of the snow, it’s pretty useless because I’m stuck in the house…I’d rather go outside. I’m one of those people who never complains in the summer about the weather. No matter how hot it gets or how bad it storms I’ll take anything the summer has to dish out over the winter. Except for bugs. An absence of bugs is one saving grace of winter.
Winter sucks! It gets dark too early. It’s cold. The snow is only pretty the day it falls then it gets ugly and dirty and sloshy. My skin is dry. My hair is brittle. Static electricity runs amuck. Yuck. But then I remind myself, it is only a season. A couple of brief months out of an entire year. With the right boots and decent coat, I can suck it up.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1 – 8