keep your eyes on the prize

"Thy breath be rude", says William Shakespeare about winter, and that sure is true these cold, cold days (minus 24 Celsius this morning)!

The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

(John Updike, from "January")

However, we see some "hope on the horizon", on that score (the short, dark, days):  even though it takes awhile to get fully up, an edge of light began to appear today at 6:40 am!  PLUS, The Mom was wide awake at 5 am, which often is a sign of the coming summer.  (Summer?  What about SPRING!?)  Unless it was just thinking about summer that got her excited, since they have been making some plans.

My, there are some beautiful poems about winter–too bad we hadn’t got started on it sooner… no, we do NOT need a longer winter just for the sake of poetry!  Spring will have some great ones too, I’m sure!

Now from our other favourite poetic book:

"Strip down, start running – and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed – that exhilarating finish in and with God – he could put up with anything along the way: cross, shame, whatever. And now he’s there, in the place of honor, right alongside God." (Hebrews 12:1b, 2–THE MESSAGE)

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