Finding Beauty in Winter
Where we live, snow is a novelty. It is something we are lucky to encounter once a year. It is the light in an otherwise dreary winter; a discovery every time it happens. It brings this joy and hope with it. The world suddenly looks clean and fresh and new. It always seems to come when we have had enough, when school work has fallen behind, when the days seem to drag on—the same day after day. It is this day we wake up and from the window see a layer of snow, bright and fresh; birds lightly landing, looking for a winter meal; for once the world feels quiet. Even as my kids get older, they still get out of bed and dress to play—and play we do. We take a break and feel the cold on our faces, make angels, snowmen, and snow thrones with the little we have to work with before it melts away. We look through the treetops, we laugh and throw snowballs.
Somehow, we can keep on keeping on. It creates this break, this balance in a busy life. The air is different and new, and we have this excuse to let go of what we had planned and to embrace the living. The living of breathing in a new day, of sitting together when the cold needs to be driven away by blankets, movies, and warm drinks. It becomes a day to connect and start over and to just rest in body, mind, and spirit. It is a reminder that days like this are important and the value irreplaceable—a day to recharge and to remember how God loves us enough to give us this moment right here and now, to breathe and hope and live.
Theresa Rich – We begin this life not knowing where it will take us. There are dreams and hopes and desires. There is an expectation of where life will lead but too often that falls by the wayside of what becomes our reality. It is then we must make new dreams and hopes and desires. I am a single working mom of four who feels called to write and to homeschool. There are times I have lifted my voice up to God to question the whys and what for, the how and yet in the quiet He just says, “trust me.” In times of need He has opened doors that should not have even been there.
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