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By Shanta Richard
02/02/11
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It was a cold winter’s morning. All was still, nothing moved. Silence ruled supreme. The sky was depressingly grey. The trees were bare and black and looked lonely and spiritless. The weather man had predicted a severe snow storm later that day.
I looked out of my window. Grey skies and bare trees always made me feel depressed. I wondered if the sky missed the days when it was bright blue and white fluffy clouds floated around. Did it miss the silvery loveliness of the harvest moon and the magnificent colors of the summer sunset? And the trees – did they miss the beauty and fragrance of the spring flowers, the abundance of the green leaves, the sweetness of the fruits? Did they miss the music of birds, the scampering squirrels running up and down their branches, the laughter of children at play?
My thoughts turned to my own life. I remembered a happy childhood – wandering in the fields, gathering wild flowers , watching red velvet coated beetles climbing up tall grass leaves, chasing butterflies, climbing up trees searching for birds’ nests.
I remembered carefree teenage years – the joy of friends, of secrets shared, the delight of learning, the pleasure of new relationships, and the thrill of adventures. Time flies and I mature into a young adult and career, marriage, home and children follow. I watch my children grow up – there are tears and frustrations tempered with smiles and moments of pride. Soon the time come s when they leave my home to seek and build their own future. The cycle is now complete.
The river of life flows on. But I am cast out on the shore by its swift flowing current. Stripped of my youth, my beauty, my strength and my usefulness I stand alone like those winter trees. But through all the changing scenes of my life there is one thing that has been always constant, one thing that guides me, strengthens me, consoles me and encourages me, one thing that is the source of my inner joy. It is the presence of my blessed Redeemer and the assurance of His love.
As the weatherman had forecast the winter snow arrived later that day. Tiny specs of snow flakes developed into large silver dollar ones and soon covered the whole world in a blanket of white. It snowed all night. The next morning when I looked out the window the bleak grey day had changed into a glorious winter wonderland. The bare trees were clothed in sparkling white and stood tall and majestic proclaiming to all the world God’s promise:
“They who overcome will walk with me in white for they are worthy.” They had overcome the winter storm.
In the span of twenty four hours God had changed bareness into brilliance. My whole life is only about twenty-four hours in God’s eternity. I know that one day He will change my loneliness and bareness into glory by clothing me in the white robe of His righteousness.

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