Why I'm Trying To Stop Complaining About The Weather

So it’s March.

Usually that means spring is coming. But not in Nova Scotia.

Here, snow still covers the ground in heavy, icy layers. Trees are still brown and the skies are often grey.

But seriously? We just had Daylight Saving time again! When will winter go? I'm ready for spring — for flowers, for green grass and sunshine, to shed my boots and mittens, for Easter and butterflies and songbirds!

Does this sound familiar?

This is me at the end of winter. And then near late May, early June, you'll hear the "summer rant," about how I'm sooo ready for the weather to just WARM UP already.

I mean, will summer never come?

But by mid-August, I'm already complaining about the heat and the humidity and the overabundance of bugs and, excuse me, when are the leaves going to change?

Naturally, fall is no different, because by the time November rolls around, I'm practically glued to the window, looking for snowflakes. Sure, snow can cause some problems, but isn't it gorgeous? And winter just might as well get here now.

But, oh wait, now it's early March, and I hate winter again.

I call it the cycle of seasonal discontentment.

We hate it, we love it, we loathe it, we complain about it endlessly. It's what we do. All of us — not just Christians or non-Christians. It's wired into our cultural perspective.

When was the last time you heard someone actually happy about bad weather?

You’d probably give them the look that says I-think-you're-crazy-but-I'm-too-polite-to-say-so. Or you’d just flat-out tell them they’re crazy.

But that's because we just don't look at weather in the right way.

Sure, it can inconvenience us and mess up our plans, but all of it is from God — ordained and decreed by him.

“Yours [God] is the day, yours also the night; you have established the heavenly lights and the sun. You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth; you have made summer and winter.” — Psalm 74:16-17

Huh. It doesn’t get any clearer than that.

All weather is from God, so when we choose to complain about it, we're complaining about the gift (or trial) God has seen fit to give us.

Instead of responding with pride and anger, I’m trying to face it with gratitude.

Not all weather is pretty or clean or conducive to prearranged plans, but it is all under the sovereignty of God. Not a snowflake falls, not a bud blooms that is not under the providence of God. 

So will you choose to break the cycle of seasonal discontentment with me?

It starts by taking joy in each day God gives you, each breath, whether you breathe it in winter or spring, among dead trees or blooming ones, under grey skies or blue ones.

For he has given us this weather. And who are we to say we don't like it?

Whate’’er my God ordains is right, 
Holy His will abideth. 
I will be still whate’er He does, 
And follow where He guideth. 

— Samuel Rodigast

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