Winter.
Cold. Dark. Daunting.
A struggle against the elements of nature.
The wind pushing, pulling, tearing at you.
Shrieking, as a person, determined to claim you.
The cold, menancing in its intensity.
Stalking the unprepared, bidding it's time to snatch the ignorant.
The evenings, dark, quiet.
The days grey and gloomy, sky pressing down.
It feels as though it takes all your determination to simply live.
Winter in the north.
Yet is there not a blessing in the winter?
Is there not something to praise God for?
When you begin to count, you find a charm in the winter.
Stark white poplar against evergreen.
The lazy drift of snowflakes.
Nights filled with the noise of Kids Club.
Cheerful socks.
Evenings spent reading.
Birds devouring seed.
Warm sweaters.
Delicious hot drinks.
Leisure time to create gifts.
Light spilling out into the dark cold as we hurry in for supper.
A comforting bowl of steaming soup.
Hockey, breath steaming eyelids frosty white.
The cheerful rumble of snowplows.
And there's more, I know I haven't named them all.
Thank you, God, for winter.
What are you thankful for this winter?
Cold. Dark. Daunting.
A struggle against the elements of nature.
The wind pushing, pulling, tearing at you.
Shrieking, as a person, determined to claim you.
The cold, menancing in its intensity.
Stalking the unprepared, bidding it's time to snatch the ignorant.
The evenings, dark, quiet.
The days grey and gloomy, sky pressing down.
It feels as though it takes all your determination to simply live.
Winter in the north.
Yet is there not a blessing in the winter?
Is there not something to praise God for?
When you begin to count, you find a charm in the winter.
Stark white poplar against evergreen.
The lazy drift of snowflakes.
Nights filled with the noise of Kids Club.
Cheerful socks.
Evenings spent reading.
Birds devouring seed.
Warm sweaters.
Delicious hot drinks.
Leisure time to create gifts.
Light spilling out into the dark cold as we hurry in for supper.
A comforting bowl of steaming soup.
Hockey, breath steaming eyelids frosty white.
The cheerful rumble of snowplows.
And there's more, I know I haven't named them all.
Thank you, God, for winter.
What are you thankful for this winter?
This was a beautiful reminder! My winter days have been blah and colorless, mild and boring, at least that's how it feels some days when I look out the wibdow...
ReplyDeleteBut inside the coziness of my classroom are five souls sometimes eager to learn, most times ready to say something that will make me laugh. I am blessed.
Thank you for sharing that, KD. Sometimes in teaching I wonder if they learn more than I do.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding us of the blessing of winter.
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