Yesterday was not a quiet day.
It was flock-of-snow-geese noisy!
It was stand-strong, prepare for harsh, winter weather, gray, moody kind of day.
Today dawned cold, but crisp and clear.
A we-weathered-another-storm kind of day.
The kind of quiet where the peaceful sounds of livestock munching their hay whispers,
“Be still and know that I am God…” Psalms 46:10
The kind of morning when the trees whisper,
A little more time, but soon, soon it will be spring. Promise.
In the meantime, friends,