"The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship. day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world." (Ps. 19:1-4a NLT)
Beep! Beep! Beep! I rolled over and turned off my alarm clock. It was still dark outside so I felt my way to the wall switch and turned on the light. I got dressed quickly because I knew
I decided on my light jacket, pulled it on, and leashed up my bigger dog, Fluffy to walk first. I opened the door and stepped outside. Instantly I knew I had made the wrong choice. Each breath I exhaled was a frozen mist. The wind chill was bitter cold. The grass was covered in frost and I tied to keep my balance while Fluffy dragged me along behind him.
I shivered and grumbled for a bit but finally I turned my head up to the heavens. I looked up at the pre-dawn sky and saw it was full of twinkling stars. The man in the moon was smiling down on me too. It was so beautiful and so peaceful. Suddenly, I felt a warmth inside of me and stopped shivering. While my dog sniffed the ground I opened my heart to the wonder of God's creation. In all of its sweet seasons it had never failed to touch my soul. It had heated my heart on the coldest days and lighted my spirit on the darkest nights. I stood there awhile in nature's cathedral. Then I thanked God for the love that created the moon, the stars, and me.
Our lives here are full of sweet seasons as well. From the innocence and youth of Spring to the wisdom and wrinkles of Winter we are all called to live, to give, to grow and to love. Enjoy
Joseph J. Mazzella
