My Life’s Perspective

My original photos of snowy days

Thought: Tribulations, trials, and tests reveal what’s next,
building strength within, though we often feel perplexed.–jjf

Today, I felt utterly exhausted. The bitter cold the news promised finally arrived, and it was tough to bear. It was late January, and the chill simply wouldn’t let up. It wasn’t only the weather wearing me down, though; I felt a deep weariness inside, too. As I watched the snow swirl outside, I kept asking myself, “When will this end?” When would this heavy feeling finally lift? Still, I held onto the hope that better days were coming.

As I watched the snow glaze everything in ice, my mind felt numb. The weather seemed to speak in a language I couldn’t quite understand. No meteorologist can control it; nature simply follows the weather’s lead.

But was the weather really in charge? My thoughts continued to ponder that.

Then came another reminder: “He gives snow like wool” (Psalm 147:16, NKJV). Wool is soft, covering, and protective; not harsh or random, but a gift.

Finally, a promise steadied me, as it has in every season: “For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven… so shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth” (Isaiah 55:10–11, NKJV). Just as snow never returns to the sky without fulfilling its purpose, His Word never returns void.

Suddenly, the storm outside felt less like chaos and more like a quiet revelation. If God commands the snow, if He releases it with such intention and uses it to mirror the certainty of His Word, then perhaps these seasons that numb or slow us are not signs of abandonment, but invitations to trust.

The weather was not in my control. Life was not in my control. But both were held in the hands of the One who speaks to the snow. If He governs the storm, He can surely govern the heart standing in the middle of it.

I thought about the Shunammite woman in 2 Kings 4, who faced a loss colder than any winter. When her son, the child God had promised her, died in her arms, she did not give in to despair. Instead, she went to find the prophet, Elisha. When his servant asked if everything was alright, she replied, “It is well.” She was not ignoring her grief. She was holding on to her faith in the God who had given her the child. Her story reminded me that being “well” does not always mean we are free from pain. Sometimes, it means we have a deep peace that keeps us together even when our world is falling apart.

“It is well.” I heard the hymn sung by those with heavy hearts. Today was difficult, so I allowed myself to cry, believing that the God of all comfort was with me. He saw my tears before they froze, and I trusted that peace would come.

So many have felt weighed down, just as I did. But Jesus offered hope and comfort when He said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28, KJV). I wanted to find that rest here and now. Even on these cold days, I kept hoping for renewal.

Some days, I felt like Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web, crying out, “I don’t want to die.” Yet even through the tears, I reminded myself to praise God and seek joy. He was still with me in the winter, and I trusted that even in this cold season, He was present and spring would return. Yes, it is well with soul!

I pray that God’s grace and peace fill your life this winter or any other season, dear reader. Thanks for reading.

As I continue to wait for the spring, I hope you’ll join me for my next reflection. I’ll see you in Entry 3.😍

References for scriptures:

The New King James Version