I can't help but wonder what this new year will bring. I can't help but think of the quote by Anne of Green Gables, "tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it." It's a favorite of mine. I suppose it could apply to a new year as well.
It reminds me just a little bit of the promise of God that, "his mercies are new every morning" or this one from Psalms 27:13, I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living.
Mom is much the same, Her toe has healed up nicely. I think it took about six weeks for her toenail to fall off on it's own. But it is looking great now.She usually sleeps well and stays in bed for the most part at night. She did get out and tried looking out the front door window last week, then ended up falling right there. My Dad said it was almost more like she just sat down. Darwin and some of the boys had to go down and get her back up in the early morning.
She sleeps late. It amuses me a little when I think about all the times when I have had a sick child or maybe just an early riser and I wondered when I would ever get enough sleep again. Now here is Mom, she can sleep all she wants. Responsibility no longer rules her. Given the choice between the two, I'd rather lose my sleep and run the treadmill of life than be in Mom's situation.
It's winter in WI. I stepped out on the porch to get wood for the stove. If your eyes are good you can see my bare footprint in the fresh snow. It felt delicious!
I love winter. I didn't always. I used to strongly dislike the cold and the endless wet coats, mittens and boots. But finally one day I was listening to my children complain about winter. I realized then that they were really never happy with the season. In the summer they wished to go sledding and in the winter they wished for summer. I thought this is really crazy. Why not be happy instead of always wishing for something you ain't got!
So I made a decision right there. I was going to practice being content in whatever season I am in. So when it snowed I would always tell the kids how beautiful it was and how much I loved the whiteness covering everything out there. It really wasn't long until I really did love it. I love the snow storms. The warmth in the house and it gives me a grand excuse to bake something warm or make a pot of coffee and settle down with a book and a throw. I can hear the wind whipping around out there and sometimes if it's a little sleety, I can hear it on our tin roof or against the window. So very beautiful. I developed a sense of pride in being a Northern girl.
To me winter gives me time to slow down and not work so hard like in the summer especially in harvest time. I know we're still busy but it's not quite as intense. I noticed something happening at our house. As a general rule, we all like winter around here. I don't hear a lot of complaining anymore. It's amazing what counting blessings and having a positive attitude can do. Even Steve who was transplanted from the South has turned into a Northerner.
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