Morning Glory

While eagerly anticipating the arrival of warm sunshine, cool sprinkles, and the vibrant colors of spring flowers, I was a little disappointed with this bout of freezing temperatures and sparse snow blanketing the ground. As I spend more time in the Word, I see things less with my own eyes and "agenda," but instead take a step back and marvel at His creation. His power is demonstrated in the high winds that are strong enough to make towering maples waver. A beautiful display of sparkling droplets suspend from branches and cling to the ice that encompasses them. The frost in the morning under a grey sky makes me feel as though I am in a dream. It provides a soothing transition to wake up as I sip my coffee, wrapped in a blanket. I have no concept of time, as there is no sunrise to jolt me into motion. These overcast days are a welcoming reminder to do nothing and to rejoice in Him who created us. In the susurrant breeze I listen for His voice and seek His will for my life. Unaware of my quest, birds sing playful notes as they gracefully move about the feeders and branches. The vibrant reds of the cardinals and woodpeckers are a striking contrast to their canvas painted in grays and browns. It is a glimmer of hope for the season to come and a reminder of His vibrancy in our lives, should we choose to recognize it.