barefoot in snow...

Soooo...I've been having a nite -
alone in my room...
Pondering life.
Pondering death.
Pursuing purpose.

I'm tired.
I'm congested.
I'm not ready for snow.


It's October.
It's supposed to be fall.
I was expecting a season in between summer and winter -
And yet it lies - a fluffy white blanket - over my world.
Cold.
Kissing the few lingering threads of life with the reality of death.
Reminding me of my mortality.
Of my love of warmth.
Seeding within me the hope for spring.

Life is like that.
Unexpected.
Chilling.

And in the face of that - I'm listening to some new music on my itunes...

Dance With Me
Behold You have come
Over the hills upon the mountain
To me, You will run.
My Beloved, You've captured my heart

Won't You dance with me,
Oh Lover of my soul,
to the song of all songs?

With You, I will go
You are my Love
You are my Fair One
The winter has passed and the springtime has come

Won't You dance with me,
Oh Lover of my soul,
to the song of all songs?
Romance me,
Oh Lover of my soul
to the song of all songs.


How I need those moments...of quiet intimacy with my Creator.
When my heart flutters...
When it breaks...
Through smiles forming...
the tears falling.
When life deals us the unseen.
When we can't grasp what is unknown.
To be held in the arms of God...
romanced despite our circumstances -
Held in his strength
By his strength...
To be seeded with new hope
that passes through early winters
into new life.

Hallelujah! It's a good thing to sing praise to our God;
praise is beautiful, praise is fitting.

God's the one who rebuilds Jerusalem,
who regathers Israel's scattered exiles.
He heals the heartbroken
and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars
and assigns each a name.
Our Lord is great, with limitless strength;
we'll never comprehend what he knows and does.
God puts the fallen on their feet again
and pushes the wicked into the ditch.

Sing to God a thanksgiving hymn,
play music on your instruments to God,
Who fills the sky with clouds,
preparing rain for the earth,
Then turning the mountains green with grass,
feeding both cattle and crows.
He's not impressed with horsepower;
the size of our muscles means little to him.
Those who fear God get God's attention;
they can depend on his strength.

Jerusalem, worship God!
Zion, praise your God!
He made your city secure,
he blessed your children among you.
He keeps the peace at your borders,
he puts the best bread on your tables.
He launches his promises earthward—
how swift and sure they come!
He spreads snow like a white fleece,
he scatters frost like ashes,
He broadcasts hail like birdseed—
who can survive his winter?
Then he gives the command and it all melts;
he breathes on winter—suddenly it's spring!"

To those walking through winter,
may you learn what it is to dance on snow...
each step seeded with spring.