The sleet pellets my rooftop reminding me of simple joys of not living in a first floor apartment and Ingrid Michaelson swoons over Pandora. The kiddos, quietly asleep in their beds, most likely dream of ways to antagonize one another once awake. Right now, though, is my time. The time between referring fights. The time between emptying the dryer and refilling the washing machine. The time between sweeping and vacuuming the latest mess. It’s a sacred pause between rushing one to basketball and the other to dance.
The stillness between life speeding past captured on a bitterly cold day, perhaps that is why God created winter. A pause in this abundant life to allow those things which need to end a chance to face their futures while the other portions of our lives that need to flourish find their springs. While I prefer the pinks and green hues of spring and the reds and oranges tints of summer, the winter blues offer the blessed opportunity to be still and know He is God.
So on this snowy day, I fix another cup o’ joe, settle into my writing desk and ponder out my window at the landscape that will soon bloom, savoring this reprieve, these winter blues.