What is it about morning and snow and a low sun glowing behind light clouds?
Thoughts turn to God, when peering through an old window from a wood-stove warmed living room, lamps glowing.
My husband's Bible is lying open on the antique table where he drank his morning tea and read a bit of the Psalms while in his clean work clothes before work.
In the quiet of the darkness, before the sun began peeking over the horizon, my husband gave God the first time of his day.
This humbles me.
Seeing his Bible there is like catching a glimpse of sacredness, of eternity sampled.
I feel honored to be his wife, blessed by God with a steady man who gives and gives and gives - for over 42 years - that we may have a safe and happy home.
How I appreciate this man!
More and more as the years go by.
His steadfastness - his quiet living out of his duty and his love - comfort me today.
So important to celebrate these small holidays. They offer clarity.
Valentine's Day observed, marital love cherished. All the more.
