Melted

I love snow. And for the last few months here, every time it snowed I got really excited. I would walk down to the school building, taking in the beauty.
Then, as the day went on, I would look outside as the day went on and would be disappointed as the sun melted the snow. The water would run down the road. Nothing could be done about it either. There went the beauty, or so I thought.
As I trudged up the Whistling Winds' trail, I stared at my feet. The ground was now brown and mushy, where before it had been nice and snowy. But what was that? A piece of green? I looked around at the hillside around me, and there was grass -- green grass! It was growing up where the snow had been. The spring could only come after the winter.
Sometimes, in our lives, God will allow something that we think is our favorite thing to disappear, only so that He can give us something better. "All things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose." The grass wouldn't have been able to grow so quickly unless the snow had been there. At first, the melted snow seemed like a bad thing, but God changed it to good.
Sometimes my heart is cold, and I'm ok with that. I like looking at myself, and forgetting about others. Then I feel the heat of the Son on me, and I cringe. But when I open up my heart to what Jesus is trying to teach me, He will let His goodness seep into my heart. Only then can the grass send up its green shoots, which will end in the harvest. But first, I have to be melted.