2.6.26~ Friday Reflection & Prayer
FRIDAY ~ PERSPECTIVE & GRATITUDE Inside. Bundled. Warm bed. Cold pressing in. Heart expanding. I stayed in bed a little longer this morning, wrapped in layers, listening to the quiet hum of winter while having my quiet time talking to the Lord. I just heard the weather report—Extreme Cold Watch in effect from Saturday evening through Sunday afternoon. We haven’t had a winter like this in years. It been the longest stretch of time I can remember staying bundled just to step outside the house. I’ll admit—there are moments I long for a break in the temperatures. For the ease of running errands without piling on layers, scarves, gloves, hats. You bundle up to face the cold, then step into warm stores and suddenly feel like you’re carrying a load—too warm, shedding layers, trying not to sweat in winter clothes. It’s all part of the season. And this morning, instead of complaining, I find myself grateful. Grateful to live here on Long Island, New York—one of the few places where you truly experience all four seasons, each distinct and vibrant in its own way. Winter, with its deep cold and generous snow, has a way of covering all the impurities—softening the landscape, making everything look fresh and new. Fall brings the most breathtaking foliage I’ve ever seen. And I’ve lived all over the world. The colors here—rich reds, glowing golds, deep ambers—feel like a final celebration before rest. Spring… oh, spring. Watching the first buds appear on the trees, and my cherry tree bursting into full bloom with the softest pastel pink flowers—it’s nothing short of breathtaking. And summer—never too extreme—made joyful by lakes, beaches, and the Atlantic Ocean just thirty minutes away. The drives out East along the North Shore, lush green trees, vineyards, farm animals grazing, and farm stands offering fresh fruits, vegetables, and cold lemonade—it all feels so alive. So refreshing. Thinking about the seasons this morning makes today’s bitter cold feel lighter. Temporary. Purposeful.