While I love the cold hand of winter and the crisp blanket of snow, I am invigorated by the coming of spring. It is a time for growth and rebirth, a time for all things to be made new. Right now it is huddling under the covers of winter, hoping for a few more minutes of rest before getting up and facing the world. But it can't stay in bed all day. Spring has things to do. It is in charge of the beginnings.
So too do I feel with my soul. I have spent too long with it covered, comfortable in my blanket of false indifference, afraid to let my feelings out into the cold. But rather than protecting my faith and belief, I was smothering it. Instead of providing it shelter, I was keeping it from growing towards the light.
Winter is over; spring is here.