The Winter That Was...

The pasture twixt summer to summer must rest

And Darling, each good thing must suffer Time’s test

Of winter-gale grief, or else how would we prove

The depth of its goodness and might of its love

The pasture of summer, rife with morning dew

Is pleasant to wander; life is that way too

But darling, tis after the winter is borne

We cherish more deeply a soft summer morn

See how the rhythm of season-quatrain

Scatters offerings of both sunshine and rain

See how the Father of four-score and ten

Abides, ever faithful to children of men

The pasture twixt summer to summer will spill

After the winter, its floral quadrille

Darling, its song will be sweeter because

We will remember the winter that was

© Janet Martin

Another white night becomes morning...wishing you a blessed Sunday. 

We're learning about Saul and David in the Sunday School class I'm teaching this winter . David suffered many season and God proved the depth of His loving care again and again...here is an excerpt from Ps. 42

As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God? 

 My tears have been my food day and night,
While they continually say to me,
“Where is your God?”

 When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul within me.
For I used to go with the multitude;
I went with them to the house of God,
With the voice of joy and praise,
With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.

 Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.^{...read on here}