In the dark of the early hours winter arrived.
We're all talking about it.
This was one of those years that stuff didn't happen because lots of stuff happened.
Raking. Oh well.
When I think back to last year, fall, when we were preparing for a beautiful wedding, traveling on the "Empire Builder" out to Washington, facing a winter of profound change, the mundane things seem completely irrelevant.
But they are relevant!
Age brings change. Illness does. Life events all conspire to baptize us in new reality.
So, how has it been? And the big question, what lies ahead?
Don't you wish we could know, prepare, navigate better?
Paul E Miller wrote the book "A Praying Life." Every single thing that happens to us is part of the story that God is writing in our lives. We have a choice each day to see the circumstances in a positive light ("He is working this out...") or a negative one ("LORD! Why me! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!) This is prayer.
So I sort of feel my life has been novel this past year. I'm seeing lots of interesting twists and turns that provide great plot material. I'm trusting that God is really writing a happy ending to all of this, but my expectations (harmful as they can be, inevitable) are that there is more upheaval to come.
Winter's onset does this to me.
So, the new snow-blower fired up this morning. The snow tires are on. The ground is blanketed with several inches of pure white snow already this morning. The leaf sweeper did not arrive in time to be used, but it will sit in the garage for spring yard clean up. The fish are in the fishbowl in the house, out of the pond. The woodpile is under a tarp, the outdoor furniture is stashed away, as are the bikes and bees. My husband put the bees to bed for the winter on Saturday, wrapping their hives in tar paper.
Will they survive the winter?
Will we?
In this somber mood I am singing this song softly, "Good Night Dear Heart."
Enjoy its quiet beauty in the next post.
We're all talking about it.
This was one of those years that stuff didn't happen because lots of stuff happened.
Raking. Oh well.
When I think back to last year, fall, when we were preparing for a beautiful wedding, traveling on the "Empire Builder" out to Washington, facing a winter of profound change, the mundane things seem completely irrelevant.
But they are relevant!
Age brings change. Illness does. Life events all conspire to baptize us in new reality.
So, how has it been? And the big question, what lies ahead?
Don't you wish we could know, prepare, navigate better?
Paul E Miller wrote the book "A Praying Life." Every single thing that happens to us is part of the story that God is writing in our lives. We have a choice each day to see the circumstances in a positive light ("He is working this out...") or a negative one ("LORD! Why me! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!) This is prayer.
So I sort of feel my life has been novel this past year. I'm seeing lots of interesting twists and turns that provide great plot material. I'm trusting that God is really writing a happy ending to all of this, but my expectations (harmful as they can be, inevitable) are that there is more upheaval to come.
Winter's onset does this to me.
So, the new snow-blower fired up this morning. The snow tires are on. The ground is blanketed with several inches of pure white snow already this morning. The leaf sweeper did not arrive in time to be used, but it will sit in the garage for spring yard clean up. The fish are in the fishbowl in the house, out of the pond. The woodpile is under a tarp, the outdoor furniture is stashed away, as are the bikes and bees. My husband put the bees to bed for the winter on Saturday, wrapping their hives in tar paper.
Will they survive the winter?
Will we?
In this somber mood I am singing this song softly, "Good Night Dear Heart."
Enjoy its quiet beauty in the next post.
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