The Five Minute Friday word is : small.
The sun is coming up on a cold winter sky, as I look out my kitchen window. Patches of snow are still visible, although the heavy rain and wind last night took care of most of it. The winter run off has created lakes across the road, and when the early morning sun touches the water, it sparkles like a million beautiful diamonds.
The fence runs across the entire back of the property. It captures the grass dry and brown blowing in the morning wind, as it coarsely whispers on this cold morning. It is the sound of late winter, on this small piece of land in the country.
Waiting. Preparing for what is to come. What comes next.
Gray and cold, winter is not really dead….what is happening cannot be seen yet.
The days march on toward Spring. It is no small thing, what happens each season.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Â Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV
It Just Dawned On Me 