It’s the dead of winter here in wild and wonderful West Virgina
and while I appreciate the Winter wonderland, I must confess
my Alabama roots beckon me.
I’m still a flatlander at heart, especially this time of year.
I still love the view from
my kitchen table as snowflakes
fall brightening the landscape
and backdrop of the mountains.
Cardinals, doves, and snow buntings
are a welcomed delight as my husband
and I feast on the beauty God paints for us.
Yet I long for warmer temps and flat lands this time of the year.
This morning I came across an old poem reminding me
how blessed I am…
no matter where I live or whatever season I find myself in.
The quiet of the morning spent with my bible and journal
takes me to a place that fills the deeper longing of my soul.
The psalmist said it best.
As the deer pants for the waterbrooks, so my soul pants for You, O God.
After the dew of morning’s quiet
Comes fresh showers of heaven’s rain.
Nothing can stop the cool refreshing
My Father sends once again.
All I need for life He gives me
As I humbly come and rest.
Rest in the stillness of the morning;
There I find my Father’s best.
Child of my heart lean hard against me,
All day long … into the night.
For the one who rests in Jesus,
Knows the joy of Heaven’s Light.
“Only believe” my Savior tells me.
“Believe in me and trust and rest;
For the one who learns to trust me
Will receive the Father’s best”.
Then Jesus said, “Come to me … and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28a NLT