THE WINTER THAT NEVER ENDS

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The sun sprinkles a handful of fairy dust upon clinging icicles. Each one hangs on for dear life hoping that tomorrow the thermometer allows them to dwindle a bit, but in reality each day only adds to their girth. That solar disk will return to full strength and eliminate them altogether. Until that day we accept our circumstances knowing that every season will present itself at just the right time

Icy winds push glistening remnants of yesterday’s snow across roads and fields. Long spires of stalactites cling to the eaves. The mercury in the thermometer longs to move to the opposite end. Time passes slowly as the skeletal branches of trees have given up the memory of the tender touch of rain and the warm sun only to replace it with thoughts of shriveling up and dying. Thus it is in the winter of life and yet for those who have not yet given up the battle against the elements, the war wages on. Soon it will be replaced with green pastures, fields of gold and perfect temperatures. What shall we complain about then?

Sparkling facets of frost are scraped from our windshields so we can get a clear view of the road, but do we take time to really inspect the beauty of that frost? The tiny patterns etched into ice by the finger of God Himself are just one example of His majestic power. Each snowflake has its own pattern and becomes a kaleidoscope of intricacy. We hurry through life without often noticing the many gifts given to us through nature. The sun casts a wintry glow upon frozen lakes, the sound of crunching snow crackles beneath our feet. The chill in the air enlivens every nerve in our bodies. All the senses are aroused.

Trying to find the beauty in an endless winter is like looking at your reflection in a mirror and hoping to recapture your youth.. It seems that new life will never surface again. Everything is cold and dead. The green existence of spring seems eternally wrapped in a blanket of white. Somehow we hang on to the hope of a new day when the sun moves closer and embraces those withered limbs and forces life to bud forth again. Spring – will we ever see you again.

When winter’s final grip releases her icy hold on us, it’s such a relief. Our spirits soar, our coats come off, mittens are hidden in the recesses of the closet not to be donned for at least a few months. We breathe in fresh air instead of the stale, musty, dusty stuff that has permeated every inch of our homes. Curtains open, sun bathes each room with warmth and comfort. Windows may be cracked an inch or two simply to wash away the smells of the past duration. Memories of blooming gardens seep into our minds. Interesting remnants of the long season pop up everywhere – the snake of a hose that never got rolled up in time for the first snow; the remains of withered weeds and overgrowth of un-mowed grass; the Adirondack chairs which had become another level for snow to build upon; not to mention the mountain of scat beneath the surface. Ah, spring! It arouses all the senses and sends them into hyperventilation and a serious asthma attack.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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18 Responses to THE WINTER THAT NEVER ENDS

  1. Just posted on this myself. I cannot wait for spring.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I just read your lovely post about winter. Great minds must think alike, or we are all simply very tired of snow. I think about the Israelites and their complaining and see that we’re not much different. The snow will melt and God will send spring at just the right moment. Have a blessed week.

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  2. davidkitz says:

    We are still in winter’s icy grip here. In fact it’s colder now than in January, but the longer daylight hours give us hope. The sun will win this battle.

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  3. A beautiful and poetic description of winter ๐Ÿ™‚ …but here’s hoping you see some sun and get some warmth soon! Take care. Carly

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  4. Wally Fry says:

    Seems it came back down our way too. Ugh

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  5. Tirthankar says:

    This is so serene and beautiful! Amazing work ๐Ÿ™‚

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  6. Sheila says:

    We’ve got springtime weather over here, and I hope it lasts. I LOVE this painting!! But that’s all the more snow I want to see! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  7. Warm weather is on its way! Love your post!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I can’t wait. It’s been fairly mild in Minnesota this winter, but I still look forward to spring with great anticipation. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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