It is a gloomy day outside but peace resides in my soul. I count this day as precious because I am resting in the peace that only comes from my Father. So much I struggle with patience and anxiety. But today, my soul is a lake of glass. My soul is in winter, but I have seen signs of spring. Blades of grass are poking out of the winter's snow. The snow is deep from the skies' frequent and exhaustive cries, its' tears freezing into beautiful flakes of shapes that each mark the overwhelming pain.
Excruciatingly beautiful. That is what characterizes this winter wasteland. The stillness amplifies every sound, every movement. In the silent softness of the frigid snows, movement and growth are being heard. The barren trees are growing, longer, stronger roots. The grass seedlings are preparing to sprout once more to break through winter's hard shell. The same ice barrier that covers them will melt and be the substance of the seed's life. All those frozen tears will melt in the heat of the Son. He will make all things beautiful in His time.
A little bird sings to me, "Take heart daughter. Spring is coming." I have heard spring before I have seen it. But I believe all the same.
