He sends out His command to the earth;
His word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes;
He casts out His hail like morsels;
Who can stand before His cold?
He sends out His word and melts them;
He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
January and February bring winter’s breath–cold and long. The heavens spill with large flakes of white, swirling and twirling to the earth. Rays of sunlight pour upon the pristine blanket, causing it to sparkle like diamonds. Branches once bare are piled with powder, creeks that meander are frozen, and icicles pointed sharp adorn eaves. A cardinal flashes red in a sea of white. Squirrels chase between trees, leaving footprints in the snow. The wonder of God’s handiwork brings a smile to our lips.
What happens to that smile when the snow begins to melt? The ground no longer frozen, turns muddy? Fields barren…deadened and brown return to the surface, without a blade of green to be seen? Branches bare, skies gray and gloomy–despair written for all to see? Do we lose our smile? Do we give in to the bleakness of the season–grow lonely and despair. Or do we continue to count blessings?
It’s easier to count blessings when: the sun shines bright, trees sway green, and flowers bloom in all colors of the rainbow, but even when blue skies fade gray…we can count. Counting reveals blessings that otherwise might be hidden beneath the dreariness of the ordinary.
We might not be able to take a dip in the pool, build sandcastles, or picnic in the park, but we can…
• gaze at sunsets
• watch the fire flicker in the fireplace
• take a warm bath
• drink a cup of hot tea
• roast marshmallows over candle flames
• eat chocolate pie
• read a good book
• hug and kiss our children
• take a long walk
• invite friends over
• play a board game
• click our camera
• experiment with a new recipe
• finish or create a new craft
• ____________ fill in the blank
Don’t get down in the doldrums. Instead, start counting the gifts our Savior has given. Awaken the joy… just waiting to follow.
Counting blessings, Kasey