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On one word alone:
Jack Frost nips as I step into my own Narnia. My breath catches, and then rushes off to join the mist in praise. The trees are draped in pure white, standing valiantly at attention. And it’s obvious…they’re worshiping with every fiber of their being.
For who couldn’t when there is beauty such as this to behold.
March snow storms are the best. They go big and then go home, melting as quick as they came. And I’ve learned to seize these pre-spring moments…make my footprint known here in this mystic morn. Imprinting the memory deep within.
With each crunch under foot I am reminded of where I’ve been. This season of cold. quiet. barren has left me aching for sonnet. Symphonies of praise, echoing from the eaves. Reminding me each day is a gift. The Robin does it best, but the sparrow who branches by my bedroom window wins my heart as she draws me heavenward with each new dawn.
And oh, how I’ve missed her.
The brown spotted rabbit sneaks by, hoping I didn’t notice. The one we’ve urged to find a new winter resting place. And I wonder why they can’t hibernate like the others…how do they manage to find that groove of conserving their energy–only doing what is needed in such a time as this?
These winter phases have always felt awkward on me as I try to wriggle in and find my posture of rest. It’s not like I’m high-strung, no. It’s more like I am strung too low and I feel that tug to pull myself higher. tighter. closer to where the action is.
I rub my palm on the frozen bark of the maple and it darkens just enough to show it felt me. Still it holds its stance heavenward and now I want nothing more than to join in.
It’s in these pre-spring mornings I see it best–how rest doesn’t require hibernation. Just a sense of anticipation. And knowing…believing all that’s needed now is a posture of praise. For He always provides. Always protects. Always renews.
Spring always comes. And oh, how I’ve missed her.
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