Right now, I'm in bed (dressed but I got back under the covers because I'm freezing) writing another post because I think this really must become a regular thing for me. I'm cold because despite the fact that it is almost April, there is still snow on the ground. Now, I'm not going to go on a rage-fest against snow or cold. I'm an adult, I live in a place where winter controls more than 6 months of the year it seems. So I knew it would happen again this year, and complaining really does nothing but make me miserable and more aware of the cold.
Despite all this, I'm hearing birds singing outside. Despite the cold, the snow, the wind....they are back and they are chirping away out there. And slowly but surely, they are giving me hope for sunshine! Their sweet songs are prompting pictures in my mind of sunny spring days with green grass and budding flowers. They are reminding me that under all that ice and snow, there is life, just waiting to BURST out!
And I'm thankful for the snow. Without it, there would be no contrast between the warmth and the cold. I would not appreciate every second of spring and summer as much as I do without the cold to juxtapose it .
What I guess I'm saying is, every season is so purposefully planned. Each detail that you think is a hindrance, may actually be a path to thankfulness and joy. Don't miss a second of any of it.
I worry sometimes, and it usually has to do with thoughts of the future. Not only does it do me no good at all, as I don't actually know the future, but it distracts me from soaking in every moment of the present. Don't let the cold keep you from seeing the beauty of the snow. Don't let the mud distract you from seeing the living, wet, life seeping into the ground to water those dormant flowers. Don't let the winter keep you from seeing the sun. It's always there.
xo, Molly
