So it has snowed yet again. If anyone out there is like me you may be desperately trying to make it through the rest of the winter setting your psyche on survival mode. Symptoms of winter blahs: forgetting what your toes look like, wondering if it will ever be hot enough to be outside, to sweat, or swim, your pasty self glows from afar, and generally hating on bundling up like you are ice fishing to even run an errand 2 blocks away. This past weekend it was actually very sunny although still pretty cold. We took a family walk and I appreciated the winter beauty.
Too often I focus on the dirty, black, muck of winter that I see everywhere but after a walk down the pier in Roger’s Park I appreciated winter, even if for only a moment.
The individual pieces would not have been beautiful if they were not joined with the others in a display that really amazed me. Maybe I am feeling a little philosophical but it reminded me of the beauty of my own brokenness. Together every piece of me God is forming into His plan for my life that is in constant motion. It was awe inspiring and even Anni stared at the ice for a long time. It was a wonderful winter walk as a family.