I always feel this way in November. The gray clouds billow across the sky, the cold seeps under the door , crosses the room and engulfs my heart.
I try to analyze my feelings as I hurry to help get the last of the crops into storage before the snow flies. I give myself a stern talking to: “ ok, KH what’s up?! We’ve had a wonderful year- God has blessed us with a strong growing season, and a safe harvest-the grain bins are all slam full. Your health is the best it’s been in awhile. You’ve got some exciting things coming up. Why the wistful feelings?”
But I know the answer: Winter.
Don’t get me wrong- I love a good snow. I love the ice skating parties that happen occasionally. I really do enjoy the slower pace.
But somehow the winter blues always hit me the month of thanksgiving. I look back at the beauty of seasons past and I look at the empty calendar days ahead and I wonder…
My 91 year old Grandmother is well past the fall season of her life and yet I get the same feeling of wistfulness from her too.
She looks back at the beauty in seasons that she’s experienced and looks at the bleak winter ahead of her. And she wonders…
My mom recently found a sweet poem written by my Great Grandmother Stella Good about her feelings about my Great Grandfather. Her wistfulness is quite obvious.
To my Husband
Honest, dependable, kind and true
These are fitting words for you,
Working hard from morn till night
To make anothers burden light
Lifes hard struggles, but endears
And love grows stronger through the years
Years have gone by, more than a few
Since these lines were penned to you
And vast the changes we have seen
In the long years that intervene
And our Infinite God has planned
Much that we cannot understand.
He knows why sorrow strikes us all
Sad partings come and teardrops fall.
For more then two and sixty years
We’ve share each other’s smiles and tears
But the time has come that we must part.
And I am left with a sorrowing heart.
Now my beloved, you have gone.
But memories sweet and love live on
You cannot return to me ‘tis true
But praise God, I can come to you
O the blessed hope, of Eternal years
With no more partings and no more tears.
May the winters ahead be gentle on us all, as we live our lives carefully, looking forward to the Eternal Years where the seasons never change
Recently Em helped me drive all night to get a family home for a funeral. We stopped by Gatlinburg, TN after we had our passengers delivered and Em insisted that I walk the 600 foot swinging bridge with her. I’m still not a big fan of heights, but I didn’t die this round- so that’s positive 😂 super thankful for her flexibility and willingness to travel with me and turn a big job into an adventure