Here in the deep South, we don’t exactly have what you would call Winter. We don’t actually have four seasons. There are really only variations of Summer and Fall. For many people, this is a bit confusing. But that is Southern living. I’m totally okay with that, though. I don’t do snow!
While our geographical location may be a determining factor for what type of season we experience, spiritually speaking, that is not the case.
Spiritual seasons occur no matter where we live. These seasons come and these seasons go. They are constantly changing. It doesn’t matter where we live or how old we are.
I have spoken with so many of my friends recently, who feel dry and empty. They’re not enthusiastic about anything. They feel drained and unimportant. They feel small. They feel disconnected from community. They feel distant from God. They’re experiencing a spiritual season of winter.
If this perhaps describes how you are feeling, I don’t have all of the answers, but what I do know is that no season lasts forever. And after winter, comes Spring.
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