Gently the flakes are falling, as the north wind swirls them around. If there was no wind would they make a sound, in the deep quiet we have in the Northland, you can sometimes hear the flakes hitting the ground or landing on the horses, it’s an eerie sound that few have the opportunity to hear. Yet the other night as my husband and I let the horses out it was just such a night. We both looked at each other knowing what was next and stopped and just listened to the snowflakes hitting the fence, horses and water trough. It’s like a gentle spring rain that is on the side of mist…its quiet so you have to be so very still or you may miss it. This means standing without moving, and slowing your breathing then you have to put forth effort and listen. God is sometimes like that still voice of snow…trying so gently to get our attention without yelling like a snow storm. So do you listen, do you hear, are you one of the lucky ones to have heard snow fall or at least listened when a mist lands on the ground, what about God do you listen when He whispers? Or do you need Him to be screaming at you to get your attention? I for one have slowed my life down to enjoy the quiet of GOD, it is utterly beautiful to just listen and see everything He touches. Listening also means you have to follow the instructions given, just as our pioneering families did before, like how to harvest ice, when the best time, did we get quality ice this year???? This is all part of how to follow a master’s plan.
Then saw the blocks
the next step is to punch a hole to get the bar in to bounce ice up and out of hole
once safely on the top of ice they are loaded in truck and hauled to cooler
but even some don’t make it, they have fault in them making to it to hard to move without breaking
Ice can be beautiful yet fragile just as our life is beautiful yet fragile.
God never made us without fault (free will) He wanted us to live and experience all that life has to offer, we too sometimes crack under pressure or stress yet I know my God loves me even if I have faults and HE is not afraid to move me to His next step in His MASTER PLAN, I just have to remember that He doesn’t always yell, sometimes He whispers.
And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! Who then can understand the thunder of his power?”