Thursday, March 26, 2015

Snow What ? :)

"I am the Light of the world."   ... John 8:12


When your March 26th begins this way:

... this truly needs to be reality within your heart:

And I'm almost there. Yesterday, though, the clouds got to me and I drooped awhile (when our frequent sunshine disappears, how I miss it!). But I yanked open our warm-mustard curtains, switched on the lamps and retro, easy-listening music, lighted candles, gazed upon our yellow walls then recalled the Spring fever that oozed into my soul two weeks ago. And felt better.

Sometimes you must create your own Springtime. Inside, outside, upside down, not waiting for Prince Charming, someone else or the weather to do it for you.

Anyone can complain. The butcher, the baker, the candle stick maker. But I believe as Christians we're called to higher, tougher things like excellence and living with hearts flooded with a hopeful anticipation of what God will do next---and never complain about what He's done so far.

And oh, the difference living this way has been. Hasn't made me popular (the opposite, actually), but it's certainly created a brighter daily life. Even grey, snowy March days like this one can never darken the Light of the world. The Light of my very soul.


I forgot to tell you that I signed up at Pinterest. The first day I went bonkers and set a record for burning out.  :) I've returned a couple times since then and puttered, but there's no fear of any Pinterest addictions (now Facebook ... That's different.).

I do enjoy the organizational 'cubby-holing' thing of Pinterest. In some areas I've taught my brain to think differently: rather than swimming around in a jumble of info and emotions, I try to move from one-subject cubby to one-subject cubby. You know, the way that men supposedly think. :) 

In some ways, becoming many-closet-brained is cool and simplifying, especially when one reaches her mid-50's in a complicated, fast-spinning world.

Anyway, if you'd like to visit me at Pinterest, go here. (I believe that's the link, anyway.)


----- Lydia M Child quotes

  Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.


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Mamka said...

Óh! Snow?
Jesus is the Light ....and me Light.
Thank you this picturs!
Mamka from Hungary

Morning's Minion said...

Good quotations. I would add this favorite from Job 14: 7-9;
“For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease. Though its root grow old in the earth, and its stump die in the soil, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put out branches like a young plant.

mabeane said...

It will pass, Debra. It will pass. We are expecting so snow next week but thankfully the huge piles are going down. Husband has spent his time of being unemployed spiffying up the house so when we show it, it looks clean. He's done the bathroom and is working on the kitchen. It looks like the unemployment will come to an end in one or two weeks and he will start a new job. I am thankful he used this time to work on the house!

*Reading Between the Lines* said...

Dear Debra,
I too, do enjoy the sunshine, and get much more done and am happier when it's there. Here in Montana, we usually have a very cloudy winter, but this year it seems we have had more sunshine. Maybe because Jesus is the Light of the world. :)
Nancy from Montana

Debra said...

Mamka--yep! Snow again and yes! His light and ours makes all the difference--a very good thing, indeed!

Morning's Minion--terrific verse to go with this post!

Jan--how great that your husband worked on your house! What a good thing to have accomplished that before Spring arrives, giving you a bit more freedom to spend time outside, sitting or puttering.

Nancy--so glad you had more sunshine this year. Sounds like we're on the same page about the sun. :) Your last line made me chuckle--thanks so much!

Thanks, Everyone... Debra