Within the past year or so I have written several posts regarding the sun, clouds, rain, or weather in general. I’ve found a trend.

This had me wondering: Why?

Why do I write about the weather – of all things? The insipid conversation that usually occurs between two acquaintances, strangers, or during awkward circumstances is not something to blog about…or is it?

It’s more about the unspoken conversation. The overall acceptance of when the weather is rainy and wet, anyone can suddenly transform into a major grump. People complain more, sleep more, and smile less. When winter comes, there’s this excuse to have shorter, less meaningful talks. And once the sun returns everyone chirps up with happiness.

What is this?

Since when did the weather determine our emotions?

Since when is our joy based on the unpredictable – especially in the Midwest – seasons?

Well, I don’t know, but I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. These seasons are ever-changing and our emotions don’t have to sway along with it. If our enjoyment is carved out after we glance out the window, than that’s just sad. We can hope in something greater. We can hope in something constant and never-changing. Our joy can come from a solid rock rather than a rarely correct weatherman.

Nehemiah 8:10 – Do not be saddened for the joy of the Lord is your strength.

Romans 15:13 – May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

“What I am anxious to see in Christian believers is a beautiful paradox. I want to see in them the joy of finding God while at the same time they are blessedly pursuing Him. I want to see in them the great joy of having God yet always wanting Him.” A.W. Tozer.

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On top of this, can we enjoy the place we are in now? Can we enjoy the blossoming flowers and showers in the spring, the endless sunshine and late nights in the summer, the fading colors in the fall, and the purity of snow in the winter? If not – then what happens when all the leaves fall off the trees and the sun comes earlier? What happens when you feel the chill air deep in your core?

My hope is for me, and all people, to hope in more than the wavering outdoors, but rather to hope in the joy the Lord has provided in the here and now.