February

I once read that more people die in February than in any other month of the year. If this is true - and I'm certainly not sure that it is - then it might be out of sheer desperation. Winter can be so long and dreary. The season of deepest gloom. Yet I remember stopping in late summer and just drinking in the sound of the crickets singing at night. I remember saying "In the winter I dream about this wonderful sound" and not just the sound, but the sweetness of the air and the soft caress of nightime breezes when even heartache seems soothed and life seems possible again. Summer will come. For now, let me contemplate, let me enjoy this season of pause, the lack of sounds, colors and scents. Like a neutral palette, let me gather thoughts of color and anticipate how the Lord will paint the new year for me. Spring will burst into life with joy and if You are willing, Lord - so will I. So will I.

I love You,

MME