Winter in Minnesota can be long and hard. The cold temperatures drive people indoors, you don't see your neighbors for months at a time, the snow is daunting to deal with, and worst of all, the gloom that seems to pervade the sky is depressing. It is a harsh time of year, something I endure, but never enjoy.
Then, somewhere around the end of February, the cold lessens, the snow starts melting, and there is hope for warmer days ahead. The sun will break through the clouds, shining its warm light on the earth, and brightening up the mood of nearly everyone. The surly days of January are gone, and even if it snows, we all know spring is coming, and it is tolerable, because it's only for a day or two.
I know warmer days are on the horizon, flowers will soon be coming up, trees will have leaves, and the long, lazy days of summer will be upon us. Spring is hopeful, and I see those late winter sunny days as the harbinger of hope.
Today I am grateful for the shining sun, melting the snow, and bringing the promise of summer. It warms my heart and my soul, and reminds me that hope is ever present. The God that created the sunshine knows all my needs. The warm rays remind me that he is shining on me all the time.
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