My weary soul finds solace.
Work.
Each day.
Digging to find.
The love that Christ freely gave.
Purposing.
To find.
The hope.
The joy.
The storms rage.
Each step fraught with trials.
Yet my soul.
My soul rejoices.
I breathe in the deep comfort of a loving Savior.
I let the spirit wash over.
The landscape crisp and white.
Photo credits Julie Reugsegger
The sun shimmers in the crystal wonderland.
The brilliance of a snowstorm delights.
The rolling hills of this farm flow like a blanket.
I will never tire of this view.
When the ache is raw.
When life falls apart all around you.
Grab hold of the Anchor.
Reach beyond for the strength.
I wash the dishes.
Wipe the counters.
The windows are thick with winters grit.
Yet through the grime I see.
The snow covering each branch.
Bathing the yard in a clean embrace.
The birds chatter their joy at the appearance of the sun.
Yet scold at the cold and grip winter still holds.
The day will begin to warm.
The sap will flow.
The liquid transformed into a veritable sweet treat.
We choose each moment how to live.
We know we do.
We complain.
We say it’s out of our hands.
But it’s not.
It’s a choice.
Each and every day.
The sun is fighting with the clouds to appear.
The snow is slowly melting away.
Spring will find it’s way.
So will our hearts.
We are promised so much by a loving Savior.
Romans 15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,
so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
