I know—you thought Winter was over, right? But you were wrong. This scene took place in front of my house last night. We were warned that a snowstorm would hit our area over the weekend. It would be freezing cold, too.
Yep. It happened.
It shouldn’t oughta happen, though, when it is supposed to be Spring.
Winter’s last gasp.
Christmas Revisited – in March
You see this right. My Christmas lights and greenery are still wrapped around my porch railing. Now, I am not completely off my rocker. My Christmas decorations are all put away inside my house. Well, except for some white lights around plants.
You see, the winter darkness tends to permeate into my soul. I don’t like shivering. And when I can’t see off to the distance where the hills are, life seems to confine me. A psalm runs through my mind frequently when I can gaze upon the hills.
“I will lift up my eyes to the hills—from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:1-2 NKJV).
Therefore, if I can’t glimpse the hills, and the snow must fly, the cheerful lights still remind me that Jesus is the Light before me. He came. He stayed. His promise is sure.
“I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5 NKJV).