Tonight at Iten's Acres: Glory February 4, 2015

The roads tonight coming home were a little iffy, but I made it safe and sound--though there may be some debate on the sound part. The snow though was glorious. Gentle, wet--so the tree branches are etched in white. In the darkness the light from the porch added almost a glow to the landscape--paintingesque. I slipped into the back meadow and took in the silence. And the solitude. A gentleness I could feel. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be frigid--turning my morning snow into diamond crystals I'm sure. It will be beautiful. Surviving winters necessitates an embracing of the etchings, the silence, the solitude, the diamonds. And above all else, a sense of the gentleness that one can always find--if he or she will seek it expectantly--in the harshness of the cold. Life in the winter is beautiful. God's subtle presence and reminders that He is always about making things beautiful brings glory.