Sometimes I get mad at winter. I get fed up with freezing cold weather, dangerous travel and snow to shovel. I think about moving to a warmer climate. I grumble. I wish I could hibernate like the bears and never leave my house until it's warm again.
Then I hear my children say, "Let's go sleigh riding!" At first I'm not sure I want to go. But I go along any way all the while worrying that I won't have any fun because I'll be SO cold. And I hate being SO cold.
Then it happens . . . I get myself bundled up and then . . . slowly . . . the child inside me comes back to life. Lke the winter sun peeking through the clouded sky, I start laughing, shouting and throwing my hands up into the air.
Later I find myself whispering, "Thank you God. Winter is so beautiful. And by the way sleigh riding is so stinkin fun!"
This blanket of white . . . this time of pausing . . . teaches me. There is beauty and joy in every season . . . when we open our hearts and let it in.
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Janene sleigh riding with gusto |
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Alisa making snow angels |
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John picking up speed |
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Alisa using the trusty foot stop maneuver |
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John's flying leap off the deck |
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Ross drinking icicles |
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John walking into the cabin in knee deep snow |