It’s the dead of winter here in wild and wonderful West Virgina, and while I
appreciate the Winter wonder-land
outside my door, I must confess my
Alabama roots beckon me this morning.
I 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 each morning.
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.
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”.
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven…so will my word be which
goes forth from my mouth. It will not return to me empty,
without accomplishing what I desire. Isaiah 55:10a,11