The days are covered in frost. The sky is mixed with hues of blues and whites. I sit in the passenger seat. The truck is being driven by the sound mind and sturdy hands of my husband. Our children entertain themselves in the back. They are safe and well fed. I feel myself being held up. I am at peace.

I look out the window as we drive. I feel mature. Somewhere out in the distance is my childish Joy. I imagine it has spread itself out like tiny crystals in the snow, and whenever the sun reaches out to it then it glows. A part of me is now found in a sea of sparkling lights, and I have faith that those who see will have transformed hearts. I hope it causes those to wonder. It is not lost to me, for I have but grown up from Neverland. I have chosen a deeper path. The waves of God have taken me to you my family, and my new place is in the spinning wheal of creation. I am found in motherhood. Daily I hope to create a world where my own children are wrapped up in that joy that only a child can know.

Truly, my sparkle is less, but my clarity is more. I have settled into the waves of life’s ocean and I am content in its waters. I know that I am not lost and that I too transfer from shape to shape as natures laws approve me.

Today I am a river settled in the cold. My being stretches deep into the ice. My form moves with the earth. I am shaped by my surroundings and yet oh so subtly I too carve back in return. Over time the ground is changed by me. The boundaries of living wrap themselves around me. I am here within them, and still I am free.

There is a vast beauty found within the boundaries of the river of life. I rest in thankfulness for the ordinary days. I settle in this winter knowing the promise of God for eternal seasons. Summer is continually on its way. I know it is coming to me from around the bend, but for now I will enjoy the snow.