Today as I watch the snow coming down, I go into my pondering mode. When the wind blows, you can hear it. When the rain comes down, you can hear it hitting the ground, splashing on the cars, etc. But no matter how hard and fast the snow comes, it falls…..soooooo……..quietly. Sshhh...no sound. When I step outside into the falling snow, it is so peaceful, so quiet. Sshhh. Whatever was racing inside my head suddenly comes to a stand still. I can hear Him saying, “Be still and know that I am God.” Yes Lord, I am here in Your Presence. The pure, driven snow seems to wash away my “to do” list and I hear once again…..My Son’s blood washed away your sins and you are as pure and white as this snow.” I whisper quietly…thank you Lord! The “to do” list seems so unimportant in this moment. Sshhh.
I think of the pond out there in the woods, my little sanctuary. It must be frozen by now. But my heart is warm; it’s healed. There will be more circumstances tomorrow but I will remember the snow and I will stop and listen. And God will guide me. I will feel loved. And my heart will be at rest.
37. back rubs
38. warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookies
39. a cold glass of milk
40. hot water
41. pressing the piano keys and hearing music
42. the dining room table with the whole family around it
43. christmas card I rec'd today - today's date: February 7 :)
44. bars of soap that bubble big
45. Podiums (Keith's and my first speaking engagement and I prayed for podium...it was there.
46. Cottage Chapel
47. red cardinal and blue bird on my deck
48. personalized words on screen to me from precious people
49. stillness
50. colors
51. footie pajamas for grown-ups
52. glow in the dark stars
53. breathing
54. blankets- with God being so much more than just a throw on the bed or sofa
55. Quilt made from scraps of old cloth given to me by an Aunt years ago along with other scraps from
quilts and pillows made from loved ones.
56. musty smell from the old hutch of my grandmothers day, it makes me smile
57. aprons - faded cotton, handmade by my grandmother with a kleenex in the pocket, because that is how
she always carried one
58. seeing beauty in the ugly
59. seeing my younger son kneel at the alter
60. folding warm towels
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