Yesterday I was feeling a little discouraged. Big decisions to make, didn’t know what to do or where to start. I was in need of support I wasn’t having. Felt little and vulnerable. Dumb and overwhelmed. I forgot how big my God is. But He didn’t forget about me. He never does.
As I walked by my window, I saw the snow falling and kept starring at it as the first time I’ve seen it. So perfect. Beautiful. I wanted to go out there, touch it, dance in it. Only if I could. But what hit me was: I always complaint when is snowing. That night I found it’s beauty again, and clearly understood it was the Creator talking to me. Softly whispering “Keep going!”,”Start over!”, “Go ahead”.
This morning I went out to check the snow and take a few pictures to make this day a memorial. It wasn’t much and quickly melted, but I was able to sit there, have my devotional and say a prayer, thanking God for leading me to “find beauty again” on what, who, and where I love.
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(And please don’t mind my broken english!)