While I am not sure why my Google feed seems to be publishing old posts, perhaps as winter settles, today was indeed a perfect day to revisit the contrast between winter's still and spring's vibrancy. For in the quiet of winter, when all seems dormant, newness begins. It is in the spring that we simply see so tender and lovely what was there all along... splendor waiting to bloom... treasured gift to be opened. And we realize it has always been.
Faith. Faith is seeing the beauty with our hearts before it springs to sight... before it is perfected... before it is full. Isn't the most miraculous sometimes witnessed in the intricate creation?
And in the waiting, the growing that is winter? As for us, 'tis laughter, snuggling and stories by the fire with plates full of cookies and mugs steaming with cider. Beneath blankets wrapped warm, dreams are whispered.
Are you seeing with your heart today... while delicate beauty waits but yours... to be treasured... nurtured in the quiet?