At this point of the year, many of us are tiring of winter. The cheery holiday season is long since past, and spring seems very far away. Some of us are buried in snow and ice. Leaden skies and gray landscapes do little to lift our spirits.
When Winter bars the woods and streams,
When flowers are lost in happy dreams,
When brooks are dumb and winds are loud,
And earth puts on her snowy shroud--
In home's pure pleasures may'st thou find
True solace for both heart and mind.
The firelight's glow, the welcome guest,
The well-told tale, the merry jest,
The sunshine glad of loving looks,
The fine companionship of books;
May these inspire such full content
As makes a joy of banishment.
And I pray: Lord, help us to fashion our homes so that we enjoy every season You created and learn more of Your goodness and grace.
How do you tend to your soul's needs on gloomy days?