It seeps through our house, it cools the bustling summer right down till everything is moving slow.
It chills my flight and frenzy to deep running thoughts and solemn pondering.
When I feel the winter coming, I can't help but let it dull me, it seeps through me just as it does the walls of this house.
It reminds me of all the things summer has let me forget.
It brings out the sensible me.
It turns the oranges and reds to lifeless grey scale.
It tugs the leaves right from their warmth and robs the trees of their blankets. Even the trees are solemn and dull, lifeless and still.
The sharp air brings with it the intention to change me, to restrain me, to make me listen.
I am to stay put and let the iciness still my flittering summer soul.
As I let it take a slow and firm hold, I am there, in that space, where God can speak to me, now that I am reverent and still.
My soul needs the winter. My heart needs to be cooled, so that the warmth of God's love can be felt filling me again.
Just as the trees stand bare, cold, waiting and waiting for the fresh touch of spring, so am I- here waiting.
Waiting for the Father to release me from my winter.
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