Winter;I can't say it's ever been my favourite season.
After all it's usually too long and too cold and too dark.
The stark landscape and frozen gardens seem devoid of dreams.
Then it dawned on me how my heart has a winter season too.
At times it feels too dark and too frozen, like nothing could ever grow there,
not even a flicker of a dream.
As I contemplated my winter garden and heart I couldn't help but notice how necessary this winter season is though if I am willing to accept it as good and useful to overall growth and beauty.
After all, this is the time to add new hopes and dreams to enrich the soil and fortify it with the nutrients of His word.
The time to remove the old,dead wood of pride and stubbornness, that can quickly mar any beauty in my heart garden.
The time to plan what I am going to plant and where I will plant it, to help serve others.
The time to pour out prayers; like water on parched land thatcan give new heart gardens the long roots of encouragement and safety and shelter to nurture a few forgotten dreams.
Heart gardens; so like gardens of clumps of dirt, must learn to be patient.
Never giving up but knowing in His time their will be beauty.(Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Waiting always precedes growth. Some things grow very slow.
When we have laboured diligently,committed it all to a much greater Hand...
the reward will be in the relinquishment
and the peace that follows.
Reflect upon your blessings,of which most of us have plenty,not on your past misfortunes, After all it's usually too long and too cold and too dark.
The stark landscape and frozen gardens seem devoid of dreams.
Then it dawned on me how my heart has a winter season too.
At times it feels too dark and too frozen, like nothing could ever grow there,
not even a flicker of a dream.
As I contemplated my winter garden and heart I couldn't help but notice how necessary this winter season is though if I am willing to accept it as good and useful to overall growth and beauty.
After all, this is the time to add new hopes and dreams to enrich the soil and fortify it with the nutrients of His word.
The time to remove the old,dead wood of pride and stubbornness, that can quickly mar any beauty in my heart garden.
The time to plan what I am going to plant and where I will plant it, to help serve others.
The time to pour out prayers; like water on parched land thatcan give new heart gardens the long roots of encouragement and safety and shelter to nurture a few forgotten dreams.
Heart gardens; so like gardens of clumps of dirt, must learn to be patient.
Never giving up but knowing in His time their will be beauty.(Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Waiting always precedes growth. Some things grow very slow.
When we have laboured diligently,committed it all to a much greater Hand...
the reward will be in the relinquishment
and the peace that follows.
of which all men have some. Charles Dickens)
354-for gorgeous sunrises like this one,355- Super bowl Sunday-a great tradition,356-impromptu lunch with friends,357-shopping with daughter and son home from school,358-realising we didn't need anything,and that is what made it fun:) 359-the shortest month of winter,360-my mother's beautiful example of sacrificial love,361-Love that came down here,362-a happy husband,363-bedtime prayers ..for this boy Johnathon who we just can't forget,after reading this...364-beautiful friends whom I love in blog land.
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