I stepped outside today to let the pups do their business, and I was aware of the sound of rain all around me. I looked up. The sky was bright and sunny with not a cloud in sight. For a few moments, I couldn't figure out the source of that constant and melodic sound.
Until I looked at the trees.
The ice was melting.
All around me, the sounds of little sections of ice gently falling to the snow-covered ground reminded me of a verse from Ecclesiastes 3.
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven...a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance..."
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I just really felt God this morning while listening to the ice fall. The ice that has stopped so many from their day to day activities; the ice that has caused so many wrecks and accidents; the ice that has trapped many in their homes for days.
This same ice also provided much needed time for my husband and I to spend together. This same ice made sure that we could talk and laugh and eat and play together uninterrupted, uninhibited, unscheduled for days on end.
For everything there is a season, and I've enjoyed this small season with him. And Him.
PS-Be sure to check out the husband's blog...he's giving it a go. We'll see how long it lasts...!!! ;)