Unseen Glory

After a divorce, many years ago, I felt like I was going crazy, and could not imagine how I would be able to make it as a single mother. One night, I made up my mind that I would stand up and keep praising the Lord out loud until the fear and anxiety lifted. After a while, the panic finally turned into a peaceful calm. I still didn't know the future, but I was sure of the presence of the Lord, who is my Peace.

Therefore we do not give up. Even though our outer person is being destroyed, our inner person is being renewed day by day. For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory. So we do not focus on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 

A FRIEND WITH PARKINSON'S SHARED THIS WISDOM

STOP TRYING TO FIGURE EVERYTHING OUT AND AND STOP WORRYING ABOUT WHAT'S DOWN THE ROAD. GOD WILL TAKE CARE OF ONE DAY AT A TIME.

WHEN I FEEL AFRAID OR STUCK, I CAN ASK GOD TO MAKE ME A BLESSING TO SOMEONE ELSE. I CAN ALWAYS PRAY OR SING OR THANK GOD FOR HIS LOVE.

SEEK GOD'S WILL IN ALL YOU DO AND HE WILL SHOW YOU WHICH PATH TO TAKE.
PROVERBS 3:6

Sure Footed

One morning a few years back, we had freezing rain, covered with sleet, and a few inches of snow. I woke up before dawn to see a family of deer playing in the street. We lived on a steep hill on a dead end where the deer continued to frolic up and down for a hour.

It reminded me of the sure-footed deer in Habakkuk 3.

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord. 

I will joy in the God of my salvation. 

The Lord God is my strength. 

He will make my feet like deer's feet 

and He will make me walk on my high hills.

SUNSHINE

SO NICE TO GET OUTSIDE AND GO FOR A WALK TODAY!

WON'T BE MANY WEEKS UNTIL WE SEE THE TREES BUDDING.

Sled Ride

"If  it stays on the ground three days,"
Grandpa said, "It will snow some more,"
The third morning we watched snowflakes falling
Through frosted panes in the front door.
In the afternoon sun, it melted to slush,
But froze that night with an icy crust.
Icicles dangled from the traffic light,
As we dashed across the street for a snowball fight.
We Georgia kids had no flexible flyer,
So we rounded up whatever we could acquire.
We borrowed the lid from a metal trash can
And pushed the little sister in Mama's dishpan.
With our fingers numb we charged through the door
Tracking up Mama's just-mopped floor.
Her cups of cocoa warmed our insides
And we rushed out the door for one more sled ride.

-Karen Rice

We've only had a few flurries so far this season.
Wonder if we will have snow in February?