The frigid air engulfs the countryside as the rising sun glistens off the generous remains of the weekend snow storm. Registering in the low single digits midst a breezeless morning the cold permeates every unheated nook and cranny. The old furnace throws her flame as it heats the air being circulated before it. As a reluctant host to what is defined as a disease called Parkinson’s, movement is often challenging even on the warmest of days. The last few days have proven themselves to be loaded with added fuel to resistance, but determination to remove the uninvited snow from the walkway, porch and vehicles has found its successful route! According to prognosticators this frigid clime will coexist with ice and snow weighing down the roof and perpetuating a bed of ice along the driveway for another two days. A reprieve with temperatures rising to near sixty degrees is forecast for the coming weekend. As I express my deep gratitude to the One whose eye is on the sparrow, I also pray that we may all be spurred to do our part in helping those in need of warmth and protection from the ravages of weather, violence, rejection, or illness. Gratitude is the bridge that joins our hearts and hands together for the good of others when our hearts embrace the wholeness of the one called LOVE!
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