My waking thoughts are gratitude.
A grateful heart.
Temperatures have fallen and the house is a mere 56 degrees.
I run the dryer and turn on the gas fire.
I wrap a shawl around my shoulders as I pour my hot coffee.
Each morning my farmer prepares my coffee.
A timer set to brew moments before I wake.
I am grateful.
These frigid temperatures make everything more difficult.
My farmer works extra hard to manage the farm.
He adds extra layers of clothing, his primary concern; the cows.
With a partial roof over the barn the cows have a bit of reprieve from the brutal weather.
I am grateful.
There is still much to be done.
Decisions on curtains and stalls.
Scheduling the installations and concrete.
It seems daunting.
Yet, I am Grateful.
There are so many times in this process that I want to shut down.
I want to curl up in front of the fire with a good book and never move.
God has other plans.
There are lessons to learn.
There is more of God’s character I am learning about each and every day.
In our surrender and obedience He teaches us about himself.
I yearn to be in His presence.
I long to have answers and relief from the burdens that weigh and distract me.
As I journal each day and dig deeper into those Ancient Words the answers come.
Not as I expect and relief is certainly not the way I would have done things.
But I am finite and can not see a bigger picture.
I do not see the ripples from the circumstances.
Only God can.
I am grateful.
The snow falls lightly this morning covering the landscape in a blanket of white.
I love the quiet a snowfall brings.
Snow crunches with each step as the temperatures have been far below zero.
There is a stillness and a quiet that nourishes my soul.
It is just before dawn.
Soon the busyness will begin.
I’m cherishing these moments.
I breathe in the cold.
I breathe in the quiet.
I am grateful.
God will heal this aching heart.
He will quiet the raging storms that continue to crash around us.
Looking up
Right here,
in His presence,
it is calm,
it is quiet. . . it is holy.
