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A Short Word on Winter Seasons
Noticing what's lingering beneath the surface of our souls
Winter comes a bit harshly, doesn’t it?
The trees go bare, and the sun dips down low in the sky and stays that way for longer than any of us would like. It’s funny how we don’t notice the light until it’s no longer there. The air grows cold and thin, piercing our lungs and making our fingers go numb.
It’s the nakedness of winter that startles me the most though. It’s not just the trees; even the sky seems stripped of color, going all gray and muted.
But maybe this is winter’s ultimate invitation – to see what’s lurking beneath the bare branches of our souls once the cold sets in and the days grow shorter while the nights grow longer still. To look inward and pay attention to what’s lingering there in the dark, unprotected by summer’s greenery.
Today’s blog post is short and sweet as we take a look at winter’s invitation and what it means for us in relation to God.
As we move into February and winter seems like it’s taking its sweet time with us, may we be reminded today that God comes close in every season.
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Peace be with you,
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