I sat in the very cold forest waiting for the seasons first snow. Taking note of the other living things around me. I realized only the human seemed to be rushed and or upset that their chapters were being interrupted. I thought for a moment. Snow is the one thing that instantly connects all things. Rain flows. Snow is laid out. No matter where you put your foot you're connected to a tree, tall grass, a rolling hill. When it snows. You're never alone. Learn to look beyond the uncomfortable feeling of what weather brings and study the habit of God's other living creatures. The peace you seek is resting within the elements that make up your moment. Just because you arrived doesn't mean a black crow didn't get there first. You're just as much a part of their unwritten paragraph. Let it move through you. Learn to reach beyond belief.

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