It is the chill of winter that lulls the earth to a much needed rest, so too it lulls me. “Signs of Life” hardly seem fitting for the long days of January. As snow blankets the earth and naked branches twist heavenward frozen in time, the silence is almost deafening.
Schedules go on and duty calls, but the EUCHARISTEO kind of thankfulness never ceases. The 24/7 making of my “1000 gifts” list surely breeds a unique quietness, an authentic “soul-kind-of-rest”.
One, that just like winter….is necessary. As I humbly yield, signs of life are everywhere, signs of life that run deep.
76. A few morsels and an empty bag from the chocolate dipped oatmeal cookies.
unfolding…thankful…drawing near…growing in grace…thanksgiving…to the core…steadying….focused… preparing….thankful…roots going deep for seasons yet to come.
It won’t be long now. The earth will thaw, and even more “signs of life” will awaken to herald the coming of spring. Won’t you be waiting ready…..RESTED and THANKFUL!