I Can No Longer Feel My Fingers

My family and I moved to Ohio seven and a half years ago. Even though I am originally from Maryland and my husband from upstate New York (so yes, we know cold and snow) with lengthy stops for each of us in Texas and Tennessee–there is something to be said for the cold AND wind here in rural Ohio. The wind makes things one hundred times worse!

Today our high is supposed to hover around 10, with (yes!) a windchill of -15. Even with insulated gloves on, my hands are cold by the time I get over to the barn to feed our horse, Jazz. I’m not complaining, because over all I enjoy winter. I just wish I could feel my fingers.

When Scott and I were building our farmhouse in the middle of what was once a cow field, I remember we were building (well, okay “we” in the sense of we were paying for it, not “we” as in actually building the house) and it was February and it was snowing and the wind was blowing. I was suited up like Nanook of the North. I should have known!

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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,

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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

White As Snow

A thick blanket of snow is covering the yards and farm fields as far as my eyes can see. The morning sky leaks a pinkish hue as a frozen blue haze fills the air. The picture outside my kitchen window shivers cold. Inches of white snow, with more to come, later in the week. This winter has been a perpetual snow globe.

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I admire the exquisite beauty of God’s handiwork, the phrase “white as snow” keeps going through my mind.

Learn to do right; seek justice.
    Defend the oppressed.
Take up the cause of the fatherless;                               
    plead the case of the widow.

“Come now, let us settle the matter,”
    says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
    they shall be like wool.     Isaiah 1:17-18 NIV

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Psalm 51:7 NIV

Dark and ugly, my very nature screams for its own way. Selfishness, mistakes, poor choices, decisions that could have and should have been different. Things that I think, that I dare not say aloud. I long to do the right things, but I always end up falling back into what is easy, what I know, what I live with….sin. All those things that are not pleasing to my Heavenly Father.

But, the Lord says, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow”.

Forgiveness. Purity. A new start.

A fresh beginning in Him, and through Him and because of Him.

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Today I am thankful for: 

* a snug, warm house

* comfy sweatshirt

* fuzzy socks

* mittens that keep my fingers warm

* snow covered fields

* a shoveled out driveway

* icicles hanging from the eaves

* a happy heart

* the smell of fresh brewed coffee

* health of my family

* my God who loves me enough to clean me as white as snow

To Everything There Is A Season

At Faith Barista*Today’s Thursday 1/30/14 Writing prompt: 
Photo Journal Your Heart. How has God been touching your heart this month? Share what you see.

It has been a bitterly cold and snowy January, here in Ohio. Some people dislike the winter months, saying that everything  looks dead. They don’t like the cold and snow and can’t wait for the warmth of Spring. I am not one of those people, I embrace Winter.  Winter is a time to rest, rejuvenate, and prepare for the months ahead. To everything there is a season.

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My morning view

My morning view

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

Even the stark branches are beautiful

Even the stark branches are beautiful

The quiet stillness that snow brings

The quiet stillness that snow brings

Good Morning!

Good Morning!

Trekking to church on challenging winter roads.

Trekking to church on challenging winter roads.

I love watching winter sunrises, the colors are incredible!

I love watching winter sunrises, the colors are incredible!

A snowy month

A snowy month

Cold Beauty, Again

I pulled this wintery post from my archives…… it seemed perfect for today. A cold and snowy day after freezing temperatures.

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Yes. This winter seems unending.

It has been cold and chaotic since the first snow fell on December 1.

And yet…as I stand at my kitchen window, I am amazed at the beauty of it all.

I quietly sigh. I stare upward.

White gray.

Snow blowing every which way. A blur of flakes.

Each one different. Unusual.

The scene before me resembles a snow globe that has been shook hard.

A flake frenzy.

Cold beauty.

Dogs with snowy fur.

Schools closed.

Gray sky filled with flakes.

The roar of wind.

I feel the need to snap a picture. To remember.

To pull out on the hot, sticky days of late July.

A cool memory to ease the pain of the heat.

Lord, I am thankful for this day you have given me.

And for the eyes wide open…to see your gift to me.

Polar Vortex, What?

The coldest temperatures in Ohio in over 20 years. ( The “Polar Vortex” has dropped down for a visit!) 102_2866

Winds between 25-35 miles an hour. (It is always windy here, I’m used to it.)

Blowing snow that stings the face. (Ouch. Don’t like that, plus it ruins my mascara.)

Breathing in the cold air, literally hurts. ( I try not to breathe, but that doesn’t really work.)

Layers of clothing, coat, scarf, insulated gloves, hat with ear flaps, boots. (I look like the an Abominable Snowman.)

The only part showing is the eyes, and they are watering from the cold and wind. (No, I’m not crying!)

The crazy thing about all of this, the temps are to be up in the high 40’s by the end of the week. It is supposed to rain, which will melt everything and we will be left with a muddy, mucky mess.

Ugh.

 

 

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Early morning, cold gray sky.

No breathtaking  sunrise on this cold and snowy day. IMG_0218

It is difficult to distinguish the ground from the sky. Is it gray and white? Or white and gray?

 

I am walking in a snow globe.

Snow coming down, covering the ground in a thick blanket of flakes.

The world is muffled under the wet white.

Counting down to Christmas.

Shopping and wrapping.

Singing and laughing.

The snow…

just makes it seem more so.

The most wonderful time of the year.

 

 

This One Life

I’m really still a kid at heart. And I like snow days…nature_3

The phone rang a little before six this morning. School delayed…an hour later, cancelled.

This teacher is happy, and so is this mom. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have plenty to do around here, it just means I can do it at my own pace.

Today that means, slower.

I hear the television playing in the living room, and the washer filling with water in the laundry room. The hum of the refrigerator is quietly playing in the background, of a house filled with daily noise.

I need to do laundry, feed the animals, work on my blog, start my new online class on autism, prepare for Bible study, read…and make some chocolate chip cookies.

But, I stop and take time to look out the window.

The gray-white sky melts into the snow-white ground. Only sharp and boney limbs of barren trees reach into the wind. Some say winter is harsh, and cold and they wish for warmer weather.

I, on the other hand, choose to see the beauty in this season. The other night the snow shown like silver glitter in the moonlight. It was breathtaking, really. The gray clouds are immense as they scud across the sky. The cold wind is harsh, that is true, but it makes my cheeks rosy and alive.

Winter is a time of waiting. Slowing down.

And don’t we all go through winters in our lives?

Without the cold, how can I appreciate the warm? In not too many weeks the snow will be completely gone, and the spring mud will take its place.

Life will be resurrected in the green of new grass, crops planted in straight lines, bulbs bursting forth through wet ground…stretching towards the sun.

And don’t we all need that? To stretch towards The Son?

To enjoy and appreciate this one life we have been given?

Snowing Again

The Gypsy Mama

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It’s snowing again.

White, fluffy flakes floating down to the earth.

Winter is here, and I can feel it give birth….

to crisp, cold air. Drifting snow…

and bundling up, with no place to go.

Blankets of white fold into the ground

The hush of snow, a quiet sound.

Snowed trees on mount Brocken, Harz, Germany