Winter drags its icy fingers into spring. . holding on for dear life. We saw it yesterday here as snow fell on flower blossoms. Heavenly crystals swirling slow and silent, to fall on the white cups of bradford pear glory. These seasons manifest my heart. This winter has been a dark, cold, icy one. Darkness lingers and its hard to hold onto the light sometimes. . .
And this is why I'm thankful. . . this is how I know He is faithful. That no matter how I feel or how bleak the world may look - He is always good and He is always God. He is faithful and true. His beautiful love is ever waiting to be known. And it is this love that melts the cold, hard, bitter winds of winter deep.
I can see the sweet blossoms of spring trying to fill my world, if only winter chill would leave and falling snow would pass. In all, I cling to the Maker of the spring and the snow, the One who knows me by name and gave everything for my soul. I will hold fast to the Potter who fashioned these days for my good and His glory.
"I will lift up my eyes to the hills -
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made the heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
The Lord is your keeper,
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
He shall preserve your soul. . .
From this time forth, and even forevermore."
Psalm 121:1-3,5,8
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