Its winter on the mountain. The view is better now that there are less leaves in the way.  The lake level is a lot lower and foot traffic is down to just me and my husband.  It is a time to bundle in warmer clothes.

It is a quiet time.   It is a time to listen.  Undistracted, my mind  mind wanders and I am vulnerable to that still small voice of the Holy Spirit.    Speak Lord for Your servant is listening.  Am I the tree waiting to bud?  Am I the lake needing a flood?  You bring the seasons and make all things beautiful in their time.  Thank You.  Thank you.