Morning arrived with clear blue skies and the low rising sun sending long blue shadows across the snow. The snow covered yard has become a record of neighborhood wildlife, showing the pattern of their days. Squirrels use the same pathways over and over again, while the visiting turkey meanders each day from it's trip up the road and into our yard to scavenge for fallen seed. It is a joy to read each day's record in the snow.
The aspen trees surrounding the house show off their leaf bud sheaths against the blue sky. What a promise of spring to come they are. Later in the day, this tree will be filled with little birds as they take their turns at the feeders.
As I read over the Psalm I've chosen for this month's meditations, the words seem so appropriate on this frosty cold morning.
He sends forth his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He casts forth his ice like morsels;
who can stand before his cold?
He send forth his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.