Some rambling thoughts that want to be shared:
I sit down to write a blog post but I can’t bring myself to do it. Why? Because my heart isn’t right. I guess it’s like going to pray or sing or lead a devotional and you know that your heart’s not ready. Well that’s me. I messed up again. I got fed up with my sister, I wasn’t patient,I asn’t exactly nice. I should be blessed that she wants to be with me. But I wasn’t.
But you know what? I have a God who forgives. And I have a God who can then come and help me with that. I ask Him, and He turns and looks at me. My red face turned down to the ground. He tells me to look up. I do, shamefaced. And the look I see in His eyes- well it’s like a kind of love greater than this world can understand. It’s full of intimate patience. And tender forgiveness. He loves it when I ask for help. So ask Him. And look up. See the love on His face. And ask Him. I promise that He hears. Even when it’s tough and doesn’t seem like it. He hears and He loves the sound of your voice
Oh look! It’s snowing. Beautiful pure flakes dancing in the wind’s playful eddies. It’s beautiful.
I have been dreaming about Spring for a month. Especially standing barefoot in a garden and believe it or not, the thing I dream about most isn’t the planting or the beauty of the produce or flowers, it’s the smell. Rich, deep soil damp and freshly tilled. Green leaves, new and bursting with life. Rain, still lingering in the air from last night’s shower. Sun, the warmth on everything, soaking into it all. Grass tangy and sweet all together. The Smell of Spring. The best smell in the world.
And yet, as much as I’ve been longing for spring, I can’t help it. I can’t help thinking that the snow is beautiful. Because it is. It is pure and magical, it never ceases to amaze me, no matter how many times I see it. So I will dream about spring, but as I do it, I will glory in the dancing snow.