I was looking at the photos of a friend who just visited Beijing in winter. After so many photos of white snow covering temples, pavement, people, snow men, etc, he put up photos of dead plants – trees, potted flowers, reed, dried leaves and so forth. Everything seemed grey and bleak. The plants were all dried up, brown in color, almost turning grey.. colours of death.
Do you sometimes feel the winter is never ending in your life? What are the feelings of winter, you might ask? Feeling of restlessness, hopelessness or despair. How the coldness of winter being unmerciful to you, penetrate your bones and chill every cells in your body. Slowly, like the plants, you will turn brown or grey, your soul is leaving you and let your body harden against the cold harsh wind of winter. And you die a painful death.
Then the light switch in my brain suddenly flickered and turned on.
After winter, there’s definitely spring. That’s when the buds of new baby plants will emerged from the soil to replace the dead. Don’t you think it’s a miracle? After so much hopelessness and death, they just spring back to life at the turn of another season. Like a clockwork. Almost definite.
It makes me think, if God could take care of plants when they couldn’t take care of themselves in winter, how much more worth are you, a human being to Him?
That settles my restlessness.