Brrr….It Is Cold Outside!

Everyone has been talking about the big storm that will be hitting the east coast. Here in central Ohio we won’t be getting much snow, if any. The storm is staying just south of us. With that said, the day looks like snow. The sky is gray and the air cold. There is a stiff breeze blowing, that even an extra sweater doesn’t help. Although we will miss this big storm, we are not missing winter!

I am thankful for a warm house, cozy slippers, hot coffee, and electricity on days like this.

To all my east coast friends…..stay warm and be safe!

 

 

Each One Is Unique

The snow is coming down, leaving my front yard looking like the inside of a snow globe. The sky is filled with fluffy flakes that stick to my coat, my hat, the dogs’ fur, as we walk across the yard. On afternoons like this, it is difficult to see where the ground stops and the sky begins. Everything is enveloped in white.

I love watching it snow. To me it is peaceful, and quiet.

It is mesmerizing to stand in the middle of the yard and tilt my face to the sky as the flakes swirl all around me.

Each one of those flakes is different. Unique. Special.

Amazing, really.

Not so different from each of us.

Created in the image of God.

Uniquely and wonderfully made.

Known.

Loved.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.             Psalm 139:14 ESV

He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. Psalm 147:16 ESV

Old Man Winter

Considering the entire past week of school has been cancelled because of snow, ice, and below zero temperatures, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote a couple of winters ago. The poem seems to fit perfectly on this cold, icy, snowy winter morning.

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OLD MAN WINTER

Old Man Winter,

Image via WikipediaOld Man Winter

didn’t knock at my door.

He pounded and slammed,

left mud and snow on my floor.

He was bitter and cold

dressed all in white,

icy blue eyes

and breath with a bite.

I asked him how long

he planned to stay?

March? April?

Not longer, I pray!

“I love freezing rain,

sleet, snow.

I spread ice

wherever I go!”

I grabbed my mittens

got ready to play

If you can’t beat him, join him

and have a SNOW DAY!

By: Dawn Gibson