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When Winter Comes in July

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We forgive ourselves, I think, when we’re not quite ourselves in the winter. When thick sweaters and dirty slush are normal companions. When heavy blankets of snow give us permission for heavy blankets on our spirits.

What happens, then, when the temperatures rise, but our temperaments don’t? When the days are longer, but lonelier? When thinner clothing only leaves us more exposed?

As I read and listen and connect with friends — both on and offline — I am struck this year by the heaviness I feel around them. Where life is more about longing for change in one form or another than it is about carefree, porch-swinging, lightening-bug-catching, barefoot-walking moments.

What are you supposed to do when winter shows up squarely in the middle of summer?

You look for Christmas.

In C.S. Lewis’s classic The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Mr. Tumnus explains to Lucy that The White Witch “has got all Narnia under her thumb. It’s she that makes the days always winter. Always winter and never Christmas; think of that!”

And later, when Lucy & her siblings get the first sense of hope, it’s brought by Father Christmas. If Christmas is here, the thaw cannot be far behind.

Because Aslan, their savior, is near. Because Jesus, himself, came near at Christmas. Bringing with him hope. And wonder. And peace. And joy.

And who says Christmas can’t show up squarely in the middle of summer, too?

Because these same friends — the ones I know are feeling paper-thin and messy and heartbroken — are also reporting on moments of belonging and fellowship and oneness with nature. Of the tiniest hints of an impending thaw — no matter how slowly that day is dawning.

It’s Christmas. In July.

And it’s making me Merry, indeed.

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Posting on Tuesday, but tomorrow linking up with my #ThreeWordWednesday friends. Link on the photo below to read more.

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10 Responses to “When Winter Comes in July”

  1. Simply Beth says:

    Beth, I’m so glad you share your heart in this blogging world. Seriously. I so loved this. And I just looked at my son and said we need to watch this movie. It is mentioned in so many posts and I know I watched once but it was before I was a Christian and I really want to watch again. Your message . . . LOVE! I adore you. Want to meet you in real life! Much love. xoxo

  2. This post is pretty relevant today – it was 41 degrees at 8 a.m. outside our kitchen window! And, any post mentioning Aslan is a favorite of mine! O! Come Let Us Adore HIM!!!

  3. Natalie says:

    I find imagery about the seasons so so so helpful, especially when I remember that seasons end. A season of hope though? Oh that it we could hold it close forever. Enjoyed the journey you took us on today.

  4. hisfirefly says:

    in those thin places
    His love is lush

  5. mmm … yes! His mercies are new every morning.

    May your day be merry and bright …

    ;-}

    • Beth Hess says:

      Almost makes me feel OK that there is still a box of Christmas lights in my spare room that never made it to the garage! Thanks for coming by, Linda!

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