march 7th

snowbanks on the north side of our road

march 5th

The weather could be classified as undesirable, mild and extremely wet, the sort of day when water sits slick over the ice. No longer winter and not yet spring.

But drops hang everywhere, suspended, quietly waiting, and glistening against the drab.

Mandated to shine against the mundane.

blustery

The wind whipped the sheets I'd hung out to dry

and it felt good to attend to some normal tasks.

When all the while the worry dampens spirits

the Word whispers gently to my heart

and the voice that stilled the storm still quiets.

And yes, I worry about my mom,

and yes, I feel blessed by every new day

that she still shares with us,

and I pray that normal will come back

and that anxieties will go away.

And sometimes we feel responsible

and worry about not doing enough

but God's loving arms care more than I could ever.

and I am thankful.

february 28th

another month flips over

as the melted snow refreezes

and is crushed underfoot

as we tentatively walk by....

artistry in nature

sculptures

nature's form and design unparalleled

traits

My dear Mom is someone who likes presentation, she cares about gezelligheid and how things look, she is an observer of beauty and likes to create it. In this way she blesses those around her.

It warms my heart when I see the same traits in a little girl as she proudly presents a plate of snacks that she herself prepared.

february 19th

Windy and snowy and entirely unlike yesterday. February is fickle.

How much of our lives aren't lived the same. Mom's illness has our emotions being tossed about: one day anxious the next day elated. Our own spiritual state blows hot and cold. Somedays we are likeable some days not. It seems that all of life is ebb and flow. Sometimes mild, sometimes wild.