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.