Snowing in April

I really was mad today about the snow.  Every time I looked outside I was almost appalled at the amount of white falling from the sky, sticking to the trees, covering the ground.  Then my friend, Lea,  posted this on Facebook:

 "I think God is expanding our appreciation for spring, the way He grows our appreciation for the forgiveness by leaving us in this sinful flesh. I'm tired of snow and I'm tired of my sin and through that, I can't wait for warmer weather and heaven."

And now tonight as I am once again staring out my window in shock because I think I should see buds on the branches instead of winter white, I am thinking again about that statement.  And truly, the question that came to my mind was ---- am I as appalled at my sin as I am at snow in April?  I mean, honest, this snow isn't going to last.  Next week it's supposed to be hit 70 degrees.  How quick my heart is to complain and whine (gee...sounds a little "fleshy" to me).

Maybe perhaps I should just appreciate the beauty of the snow, even though it's not the timing I'd like.  Maybe I shall be reminded that God's ways are not my ways, his timing not my timing.  And so when I don't know what my future holds - lean into his faithful arms that are ready to hold me.  Instead of letting my heart be crabby and bitter, I will wait with eager expectation for what he has in store for me - his good, pleasing and perfect will.