Two years ago, the crisis of the moment was trying to figure out what to feed a family of six in our congregation that wouldn't kill them (or us). It was a small, ridiculous thing, but the whole month was one of turmoil and uncertainty that lead to a life-changing (good and bad) February.
One year ago, the crisis of the moment was very, very real. Himself was out of a job, I was neck-deep in a personal crisis and my worries the year before seemed rather elementary.
This January, the 10-day forecast on Monday showed 45-degree temperatures and sunshine EVERY SINGLE DAY. Sure we're having inversion and the air outside is bad enough to kill us - but it does nothing to diminish my desire to click my heels and sing each morning when I leave the house and discover SUNSHINE. We've not had three snow storms in a week all winter. The last storm melted off our driveway before we got around to shoveling it. My boss isn't insane. Himself likes his job. The future appears to be bright. Woodstock is as sweet-tempered as ever.
While I still hate winter and snow and being cold, for the first time in recent memory, I am tolerating January rather well. I'm also scared to admit this, because a) winter is far from over - Februrary is the snowiest month in The Frontier and b) I'm afraid that some big trial or challenge will be sent my way just to test my newly minted postive-January outlook.
If you excuse Himself's nearly 3-week mystery illness and my wicked insomnia and our combined total lack of appetite for anything respectable (food-wise), January is shaping up to be a fairly decent month.
Like I said, it's the little things that count mid-winter.
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I think that rejoicing in the little things lights the spark to attract even better things. So, wear fuzzy socks, and relish the sunny days.
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