winter wind.

What I am surprised and happy to say today is that I feel just fine about winter coming! It's cold and there's some snow on the ground. The sky looks extra clear, and very blue outside. There are patches of ice on the roads, and somehow it's all just fine with me. Maybe it's because I can exercise in the house, and don't have to brave the elements when the great outdoors is a bit intimidating! Or it could be that I am still feeling the glow of my husband's love. We had a good weekend, up visiting his family... He's been so kind, and I love it. Yes, I think that when so many things are just right, I can handle the idea of winter coming to visit for a while.  :)
I read a story about a boy whose family escaped from Rwanda when the genocide happened about 15 years ago. His survival of all he endured, and his ability to live so long on a flicker of hope for a better future... these really inspired me. I think I'll keep hoping, too. One anecdote in his book was about his father teaching him generosity, when he was little and didn't always want to share with his younger brother... His dad explained to him that what is really ours, we can freely give. Things we cannot part with are asserting their value in competition with our own. I thought and thought and thought about this, and I know it's true. I am grateful for those few words on a page that gave me a new perspective on giving. I want to make sure I have my possessions (and can fearlessly and lovingly share :), and that they don't have me!

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  1. thetravellin'momNovember 9, 2011 at 4:04 AM

    Leah, I love that look on generosity. I think I too will give it some more thought. I am also so excited that you are welcoming winter! Wow. I love this season maybe most of all, but I know that you would love to be walking on the beach somewhere and NOT trudging through the snow. I hope you have a wonderful time with it. Wish we could meet in Waterton for a day of snowshoing.

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