Every time we get a snowfall here in Lake Woebegone, we realize two things – why we do we live here and why don’t we move to a warmer climate?  The snow blankets all the debris from the last storm, covering it with diamond shards and glorious brilliance.  Along with the beauty of snow, comes the snow plows which scoop it off the roads and make more mounds of dirty snow. Not to mention the temperature plunging well below zero.

We are fortunate to have a son-in-law who shovels us out of the elements, but there are many in my age bracket who don’t have that luxury.  They can’t afford to pay someone to do it, so they try to accomplish the task themselves, resulting in aches and pains, possible pneumonia or heart attacks.  Still, those same folks wouldn’t give up the change of seasons for anything.

To me, the seasons represent a sort of changes we go through in a life cycle.  We’re born in the springtime of living, when all is fresh and new.  Life abounds and you see it everywhere.  Growth begins in ernest and sunlight warms, while rains provide life giving strength.

In Summer our hormones rage, we’re blossoming at full strength, feel invincible and thoughts turn to love and other things we shouldn’t be messing around with at that age, but it doesn’t hinder us.

In the autumn we are at the peak of our existence.  We have reached the pinnacle of our careers.  We have minor health issues.  We’ve raised a family, made sound investments, planned for the future, but there isn’t much time left.  Have we prepared our souls?

By the time winter arrives, almost all the life is sapped out of us.  We wither.  Our skin is no longer supple, we need more rest, we feel content in our aloneness, but in my opinion,that’s not the best way to leave this planet.  Though the whiteness covers our heads and our bodies have grown weary and wrinkled from years of toil, there is still life in us.  We should continue to live it until our dying day.

So getting back to my original questions:  Why do we live here?  I guess part of the reasoning is that this is where we were born.  Both of us being comprised mainly of German blood, the alps and snow come to mind.  Maybe we’re gluttons for punishment.  Maybe we enjoy the beauty of the change of seasons and all it has to offer.  Maybe we wouldn’t have anything else to talk about if it weren’t the weather.  Whatever the reason, we’re here for the duration, because I hope I don’t have to move until I claim my place in heaven.




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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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