There are times when I see beautiful glimpses of God in my life. A little reminder or a large message, all are life-giving and exciting. But then there are times when it all seems to be dormant. No matter what I read, I just don’t feel inspired. No matter what I see, I don’t see much of God around. Not that I feel abandoned or deserted, just that there isn’t much happening or much to notice. It could be because I’m not praying or spending much time with God, or it could be like the seasons. There are spring and summer where everything is alive and growing. Well, at least in the spring here in Texas. And then there is fall when things are closing up and hibernating for the winter. They are still alive, and some of the deepest growth is happening in the winter, but you can’t see it until the next spring. When I keep a journal and look back at those times of winter, I can see the seeds that have germinated and taken hold in the current spring. It didn’t seem to be anything at the time, but looking back, I can see how every piece was being laid in its proper place, ready for a new garden to grow.