I awoke this morning just as dawn should have been breaking to find our little corner of the world enveloped in a thick shroud of fog. Hmph, I thought, now my world reflects the grayness that has invaded my soul and stolen my enjoyment of the the best season of the year.
I rolled out of bed to take the camera out for a little walk on the homestead, because returning to bed on this Saturday morning could just be inviting the nightmares to return. And boy howdy, was it crisp out there! So crisp, so very crisp, that the morning just slapped the grayness right out of my soul.
I started focusing on the miracle that was happening around me. The temperature was plummeting at the same time that the fog stayed close to the ground-producing a small miracle-fog frost. The moisture in the air was sticking and solidifying on the most delicate of places.
The dampness had caught in the finest of the spider webs creating tiny beads of frost draping familiar objects with magic.
So what I’m telling you my friends, is that I went to “church” this morning in my jammies with a winter coat thrown over my shoulders, bare feet stuck in Birkenstock sandals, trusty Olympus clutched in my hands, and received redemption and peace. Open your heart and mind to the smallest of wonders-they ARE there. And all the evil that seems to be blossoming in our world can be held at bay with a willingness to dwell in beauty and grace.