There is a softness across the landscape this morning, as a
fluff of snow settles on the iron-hard ground. Overnight it has drifted down, adding
gentle contour to the sinuous branches of the acer, resting on the skyward side
of the flowering cherry, highlighting the dainty busyness of the apple tree. It
clings to the supports for last year’s runner beans and lies on the roof of the
children’s play house.
And now, as the sun gains height, it begins to drip. Soft and
slow, steady. Breaking the muffled stillness in the air.
Those busy birds I counted yesterday flit and flutter to and
fro, their daily struggle for survival made all the more difficult by this blanket
of snow and ice. A great tit lands on a branch outside my window, its head
bobbing as its keen eye seeks prey.
The radio is off. Silent. My attention is on the beauty in
the world, and I trust God to deal with whatever negativity is coming out of
the newsrooms.
She who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in
the shadow of the Almighty. We were encouraged yesterday to lean in to the Lord
during this season. I choose to lean in, and how welcoming and beautiful God
is.
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