How does one save daylight?
I would if I could.
I’d grab whole fistfuls of it, and hold it next to my heart. To warm and lighten it.
As days grow shorter, I become more contemplative, melancholy.
Serious.
Tired.
I’d love to curl up in a warm, cozy cave and hibernate for the winter.
Wake me up when it’s spring. When everything is bright and new and full of promise again.
I remember the days when the coming of winter had the opposite effect. The brisk wind stirred my soul and brought life to my bones. Exhilaration, celebration.
Anticipation.
Now, the random chilling breeze at dusk seems to be a harbinger of malicious forces beyond my control.
The frequent sirens echo longer in the cooler air, haunting reminders of danger and desperation.
Blessed with the gift of uncanny intuition, my grandson comes up and hugs me tight. “Don’t be scared, Mimi,” he encourages me.
How did he sense a fear I didn’t recognize in myself?
“Don’t worwy,” he says, gently stroking my arm.
Why does he think I’m worried?
“It’s okay, Mimi. It’s okay,” he mimics the words I constantly repeat to him, no matter what’s the matter.
Somehow, he just knows.
The juicy kiss on my cheek really does make everything okay.
Even though the neighbor’s dog is howling in the dark at 5:00 p.m.
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“Though I have fallen, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.” (Micah 7:8)
“I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth.” (Isaiah 42:16)
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:5)
“There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light.” (Rev. 22:5)
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6 comments:
thanks for this post.
i have a similar hostility towards this time of year. the cold weather makes my hip arthritis worse (yes, hip arthritis at the age of 18...). i get exponentially more exhausted during these months. an exhaustion that i can't explain to myself, much less any one who has been blessed with good health.
i have trouble remembering that everything will be okay.
thank you for the reminder.
Feeling melancholy myself! Feeling
kind of battered and bruised, used
and abused! Knowing that Sweet Jesus has his arms around me keeps
me comforted. Love to you Kim!
Sweet James. And what a study in the classic pathetic! You should have been a Bronte sister.
Loved this post! I understand that whole winter thing. I've always loved fall, but winter - not so much. I love the activities of winter, but not the short days, darkness, wind and cold. My husband says that I have a temperature comfort zone that doesn't vary more than 5 degrees. He might or might not be right. We all need a James in our lives to understand and comfort when we didn't really know we needed it. My son used to say, "Mama, we're going to be JUST FINE!" and he sounded just like me. It scares me to think what else he might have been repeating.
Connected to you heart-to-heart.
Marianne
what are you afraid of?
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