That furry little groundhog has predicted an early spring, but I’m not sure he lives in Minnesota.  Last year the furry little guy did the same and we had a blizzard in April.

I find it amusing that we put faith in an animal to determine our future. Of course America does so at this time of year.  It starts with a groundhog – carries over to Super Bowl Sunday and a pig skin.  Then we are subject to billions of dollars worth of advertising pertaining to monkeys and other assorted animals.  We say it’s all in fun, but is it?

Things that begin as “all in fun” , usually lead us down the path to trusting in things that simply have no merit.  In February we spend more millions on chocolate, flowers and Hallmark has it’s busiest time during that month, other than Mother’s Days.

In March we look at a little green leprechaun sitting next to a pot of gold and believe we might find a similar treasure ourselves.  In April the rain gods are worshiped and called upon to bring May flowers.  When June arrives, we begin to put our faith in the weather once more and plan summer vacations with the family, which usually turn into wild an unforgettable adventures.

July means it’s time to celebrate the birthday of our country.  Do kids still decorate their bikes and doll carriages with crepe paper and march alongside the high school band in parades?  I see a hint of patriotism in our little community, but even that doesn’t last.  The dog days of summer set in on August 1st.  By this time we’re weary of the hot, humid weather and long for autumn.  However August kind of skips over Autumn until late October and often we have our first snow in that month.  In September, the regimen of going back to school becomes the focus.  October, color start to turn and we are amazed by God’s handiwork, until the leaves fall to the ground and we have to stretch our backs picking them up.

October also brings Halloween, so watch out for black cats and witches.  November puts us in the beginning of winter and we sit down to eat a turkey or a ham and stuff ourselves to the brim. December out attentions turns to gift giving – spending too much – gorging our already bulging bodies with roast beef and mashed potatoes.  Then it’s back to January and promises are made which can’t be kept.

What it comes down to it, each month gives us a reason to elevate something other than the true God – the One who holds the wind in His fists and controls every aspect of our weather – the One who knows all, is all powerful and is always with us.  Our God is alive and consistent and answers prayers.  Maybe if we started to put Him back where He belongs in our lives, we wouldn’t have to look elsewhere for peace – comfort – or safety.

So, if you know a ground hog in Pennsylvania, remind him that winter is not over yet.  And you can tell him February 2 will turn into February 3 tomorrow.  Life goes on and with God, it goes on abundantly.

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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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  1. Today would have been Aunt Maaaarrrthaaa’s 80th birthday— she loved her groundhog mascot 🤗

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    Living for over twenty years in PA, we have never gone to Punxsutawney, not even in the summer. We’d have to get through Pittsburgh to get there, or drive around. It would take a day, just to get two hours down the road, sort of. It’s funny that if we carved a ground hog and worshiped it, we would all realize how wrong that is, but a live one? I hear the average walk to Phil’s home is over five miles due to the thousands that come each year. Why?

    As for the less famous ground hogs, they are a nuisance. They get curious about the cars that come their way and you have to swerve. Yet, there are fewer dead ground hogs on the road than deer. Maybe they are shiftier than they seem.

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