Can I really be thankful for waking up to heavy, cold, wet blanket of snow? Maybe that's part of the hard
eucharisteo Ann Voskamp talks about. :-) While the cold air forced its way into our apartment, making getting out of bed even more difficult, I was reminded of how much I love living in a place with four seasons. Even if I have to wake up to this for a few months.
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| My car, Polly, and our tree clinging to fall |
The cold temperatures, the early dark nights, and now the snow are signs of the coming of perhaps my least favorite season, but at least for now it was a nice change of pace and a great reminder of the One who created each season for a purpose.
Today's Blessings:
- The goodness of seasons
- The softness of my new scarf against my cheek
- The happy and sadly funny memories of winters gone by
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