Sitting next to the fire takes me back, though not far. My childhood. Staring into the warm fire on a quiet cold winter evening. Frost on the windows and snow outside.
There is a peace that transcends a quiet winter's night. The clear crystal snow flakes gently falling, coming to rest on the earthen floor outside. When not covered by clouds, the winter moon reflecting its light off the snow. The outside world... illuminated. A winter's night....beautiful.
I am counting my blessings. I have been blessed. Childhood memories transcending my present existence. They are now completing themselves, full circle, in the minds of my own children. Winter, a time of peace. Life has slowed down. All is tucked in; taken care of. It's time to watch from the window, hot cocoa in hand. Time to sit in the rocker with a quilt, loved ones and a good book. Reading stories that come alive while next to the crackling fire. Imaginations awakened in little ones slipper clad in warm jammies. It's a cold winter's night, but inside, life is tucked in snugly. Blessing are present for the counting. Little pieces of God's grace....there for the relishing. When one stops long enough to see it.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
James 1:17 NIV
Blessings and Love to You,
Candis
