It's a typical home school morning. While the rest of the kids in our county get a snow day or a "late start", my kids sit at the table working on math. Our neighbor came with his bobcat to dig us out, dumping huge drifts of snow into our yard. The fire blazes, the coffee is brewed and I actually got a shower. My desk is beside our front window so my view is breathtaking. Remember the scene in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, when winter is finally starting to thaw? The snow covered trees hang heavy with melting snow and the sound of water dripping from the branches almost sound like a serene rain. That is my view. The sun is shining and all seems right with the world.
24 hours later there is another 18 inches of snow and the once warm scene is now a frozen wonderland. Still serene, just in a different way. The snow is no longer melting, but rather floating down from a frigid sky. It clings to everything weighing it down until the trees look like frosted pointed towers. The six foot garden fence only has about 3 feet visible at the top and our roof is laden with a heavy burden. The mom in me worries, the wife in me worries, the child of God in me wonders at the awe of our God. The changing seasons are an ever present reminder of His constant presence.
24 hours later there is another 18 inches of snow and the once warm scene is now a frozen wonderland. Still serene, just in a different way. The snow is no longer melting, but rather floating down from a frigid sky. It clings to everything weighing it down until the trees look like frosted pointed towers. The six foot garden fence only has about 3 feet visible at the top and our roof is laden with a heavy burden. The mom in me worries, the wife in me worries, the child of God in me wonders at the awe of our God. The changing seasons are an ever present reminder of His constant presence.
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