Snow is so silent. I watch it drift softly searching for a place to call home. Often an unwanted guest. But still so peaceful. Beneath the ground new life is waiting to break forth come spring. Longing for the sun, to awaken a sleeping world. How good it must feel, how good it will feel.

Isn’t life like that? So often we are caught in some strange unwanted slumber, waiting for something to happen something to begin. To stretch our faith, in a new days sun, and to just feel what it’s like to step out and believe, maybe sometimes to just close our eyes, and not worry about what may not even be there once we open them.

We may grow cold, from life’s winters, but we must always believe in the spring, in the summer. That there is so much more, just waiting to break forth. All we have to do really is believe