I have the February blahs. They have hit mind (including emotions) and body (lethargy under grey clouds). I have mentioned the situation to God in many ways. He knew before I said a word or sighed a prayer.
"Stop complaining!" That's me talking to me, impatiently.
I thank God that He is neither impatient nor capricious. He knows exactly what He has planned for this child of His, this one adopted into His family, grafted onto the divine family tree.
The more I tell the Lord all about it the more I anticipate and want to get ready for what's next. Spring is coming; this I know.
Thank You, Jesus, for every season of life.