Seasons of the Heart

Seasons come and seasons go. Summer fades into autumn which finally gives way to winter. Just when you think it will never get warm, spring slowly creeps in and takes over, only to make way for summer. That’s the way nature works. Some part of the world sees more rain and never sees snow. Some places are unbearably hot, others dreadfully cold. No matter where you are in the world, seasons come and go.

Everyone goes through their own private seasons, too. There are times in our lives when there isn’t a cloud anywhere and others when it feels like a rain cloud hangs over your head wherever you go. Grief is worse than a cloud. Losing a loved one makes your heart feel like a bare tree bending in the harsh winter winds. Grief is your winter.

Winter doesn’t be all you know. Just like all seasons, spring will push through and take over. Meet your spring.

A seed lies in the cold, dark ground all alone. Some seeds stay dormant through the winter, some get planted in spring, but they all find the courage to peek through the top of the soil and grow. Let your heart be like that tiny seed. You may be in the harshest, longest winter of your life, but you can let spring in.

This isn’t where you whither a way because life has been hard. This is where you push through that hard surface, so that you can start to feel the sunlight on your face again. That little seed didn’t stay buried and neither should you. Feed and nurture yourself through good habits, eating right, and even counseling (it helps). In time, you will feel more comfortable in your skin. And, eventually, you will grow and flourish, just like that little seed.

The skies will turn gray and rain will fall sometimes–that is okay. We have to know that not everyday will be sunshine and roses. We also have to know that no matter how big the storm, we can find away back. Start the journey towards letting springtime back in your heart.

About Sara

My name is Sara and I am a woman with a history and a future. I am a mother of 5 and a wife to an amazing man. Being a teen mother and a widow in my mid-twenties has given me plenty of storms to weather. Writing has always been my solace, it's also a passion and a talent. Through my writing I hope to help others weather their storms and create my own path to my dreams.
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