Light at the End of the Tunnel

As I drove up the M5 this morning, there were little flurries of snow from time to time, and I thought, ‘Its April! When will Spring come?’ I’m not keen on the cold weather and Spring is my favourite season because the shoots and blossoms hold a promise of warmer weather. The wind may be cold in Spring, but when it drops, there is gradually more warmth in the sun.

It struck me that life is similar. There are times when life seems cold and dark, and in the words of C.S. Lewis in ‘The Lion, the witch and the wardrobe,’ it feels as if it is

…always winter but never Christmas.

It is often difficult to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel, but Winter always gives way to Spring in the end. It doesn’t last forever, and normally, neither do the dark times.

I know that some people do suffer from depression, from which they never emerge, and others seem to go through far more than their fair share of trials and troubles, but generally, just as Spring and Summer eventually follow Winter, so we will gradually emerge from difficult times, as little by little the warmth and light of the sun draw closer and the darkness and cold fade.