We woke this morning to a light dusting of snow.
In winter’s past this would have been a big deal. Winters when warmer temperatures were the norm.
But this winter has been hard.
I walked outside hours before sun-up, in my flannel pj’s and slippers, cradling steamy coffee, and breathed deep the chill.
I know this will most likely be our last snow here in the deep south.
“It’s not even cold Father” I whispered.
“But cold is all about perspective” came a whispered reply.
And truly this winter has shifted my perspective.
Hard winters have a way of doing that…
In my life, after seasons of spring and summer so often my perspective has been blurred. I come boldly out of my season of abundance and even the slightest cold wind blowing through my cushy life can seem like a deep freeze.
How many hours or days… even weeks have I lost, anxious over some small chaos…a broken down car, a pay-cut, a feeling of rejection?
So quickly after a season of rest I can become self-centered.
I pray today that God in His mercy, will continue to give me the gift of perspective.
Love to you my friends…