Winter and I weren’t always friends. There was a time when I literally abhorred the season of cold and snow, and it wasn’t because of the weather conditions. When my boys were little the winter months brought onslaughts of viral attacks and bacterial infections. It seemed no matter what I did my children spent the entire winter sick and often as not, I along with them. The moment we set foot outside our snug little home one of them would inevitably be an unwitting host of some sort of illness . In our small 900 square foot house there was no escaping the dreaded colds and flus. I literally felt plagued.
This winter even though at this very moment we are battling illness, God is moving. Teaching me to rest in Him, to be still. The snowflakes that we have been blessed with every couple of days fairly shout of this wondrous peace. I wonder are they just for me?! As they float silently through the air they seem to shroud out the noises of our rural neighborhood. Passing vehicles are muffled, the neighboring dogs are hunkered down out of the weather, no barking at stray cats is heard, rabbits and deer pad through my yard evenly more silently than before, even the birds at my feeder seem to feel the reverence of the moment and cease their chatter, there is a calming hush that descends all around.
It is in these moments, of this winter season, that I am enveloped with a deep knowing of what it means to be still, to know God, to know that He, my Creator, is speaking right to my heart.
In the stillness I am wrapped up in Him, surrounded by His goodness, knowing that in all things He is all I’ll ever need.
“Be still and know that I am God! I will be honored in every nation. I will be honored throughout the world.” Psalm 46:10