Winter Blahs

This time of year is always more difficult for me. I thrive on sunlight and there is far too little of it right now. I wake up and get excited at the prospect of a clear blue sky as the light filters through the blinds, only to go to the window and see gray. Gray sky, gray trees, gray grass. This is the time of year that reflects death, while springtime is certainly the resurrection. I hesitate to say that any part of God's creation is ugly, but in light of the fact that this part of creation witnesses to Christ's death on the cross and his descent into Hell, I won't hesitate for long. It's ugly. And it makes me feel ugly. Tired. Cranky. Pair that with the facts that I'm (a) tired from pregnancy and (b) won't see my husband until late this evening (and late nearly every evening this week) and I'm struggling. Spring can not come soon enough. I thought I'd read a little fun book (Heidi) to put my mind elsewhere, but I had to put the book down because the title of the next chapter is "Winter in Dorfli". No more winter! I want to feel warm without having to sit by the fire or stay in the hot shower. No matter what the thermostat says, the cold creeps in and settles in my bones. I am eager to reaquaint myself with flowers and with vegetables that taste the way they're supposed to. I want to smell living grass and leaves and be able to run outside barefoot. God certainly gave all the hibernating animals a great gift in the ability to sleep through this season. I'm close to it, but not close enough. Let Easter come quickly!