Thanking God for Groundhogs....

The grey and gloomy day gave way to gratiude and these snowy scenes by merely facing and then climbing the obstacles on the horizon. May I become a follower of Him who calls me to the heights instead of one who would sit and bemoan seeming obstacles in my path. May I not only learn to be grateful for every circumstance in my life, but also one who chooses to live and relish every moment.....

Springs of Ice

He "is the Monarch of the Mountains. They crowned him long ago. On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow." Lord Byron's words from so long ago seemed so fitting for these scenes from the winding trails of the mountains. God indeed has treasures of the snow to share with any who would stop long enough and search His winter bounty. Living waters.....waiting for the coming of Spring....

Three Mornings from My Window

Snow Bound

God's blessings sometimes take the shape of snowflakes. What a blessed time being snowbound can become. The total quiet of my little hilltop home. Life's "usual" becomes instead a forced stillness. Such is God's gift of solitude..... a time for reflection and checking life's compass.

Hours of Gold...

It was as though the mountain wanted to hold on to the last rays of the sun this evening..... And what a difference those golden hues made to the icy blue of the landscape. Their light and warmth and color inspired me to cherish every moment that is given to me....

Ending Well

The gnarled oaks and the ice laden evergreens around the pond served served to remind me of the season of my life now. Winter can be such a barren time without Your touch and Your grace, Lord....but oh, it can be the most beautiful of times when enveloped in Your presence and Your purpose. May You cover my life with true meaning and grace from your Heaven as Your snow covers these scenes, Lord. May You enable me to end this race well.......

Winter Wonderland

White feathers on a lake of glass, frosty clouds from my own breath, the stinging cold of icy fingers and face, the crunching and sloshing of wet snow giving way under my feet into the carpet of fallen leaves underneath, the clean smells of mountain air laced with evergreen, the perfect lighting of a late winter afternoon......all heavenly gifts in a time of solitude. The stillness was broken only by the creaking and crashing of limbs baring themselves of their beautiful burdens of ice..... "Be still and know that I am God"