Weather is getting much cooler south of the equator. In one sense, more activity is required to keep and maintain body heat. Adding stacks of wood to the ever consuming wood burning machine inside this beachside home increases burning fuel of fat particles long stored in my body. Factor in my compulsive and exhilarating running regime, which has demonstrated beneficial return, and winter has arrived. Winter is one of those seasons that I could have inquired for God to eliminate from the time schedule, however, I've not had any success. Winter months bring memories of mixed cookie dough batches to the forefront of my conscious recollection. In one hand, cold winter mornings yielded mad dashes for bathrooms and showers to ward off the oncoming shivers of pre-school blustery walks to bus stops. In another hand, flashes of countless hours inclusive of pure joy and solid fun were experienced in every winter season. Even in recent years, frequent and long holidays to ski slopes for annual bashes with extreme sport and frigid temperatures welcomed my time and energy. I must admit in today's experience, living in winter along a beach with salty air still hovering around evening runs along the coast, cause my skin to bump and crawl in reactive fear of cold blasts. I suppose that winter weather is necessary in God's order for He clearly had some idea for its purpose in our lives (although I'd like to ask Him upon my arrival). In analogical perspectives, perhaps winter represents a season of dying, waiting, and expectation of birth's arrival of springtime glory. Either way, I'll certainly take winter on board, namely for the experience of daily walking. However, in exchange for winter, I'll take experiences of warm, sunny, and balmy days of colorful beauty.
Inserted into today's thoughts bring passionate people experiencing life's beauty among southern living. I'm so blessed and encouraged by the actions of individuals extending the incredible and compassionate arm of Christ to a community whom I love so very much.