Everyday Awe

the subtle whisper of winter

winter explorationWinter captures my imagination.


The other seasons shout, proudly proclaiming their beauty in vibrant colors. Spring flowers, summer greens, and autumn leaves march in front of us, flaunting their magnificence and daring us to look away.


cattailWinter is different. Its subtle hues whisper that there is beauty to be found, but only if we have the courage to look and the eyes to see.


Some days, I don’t. I just can’t find the strength to wrestle kids into snow gear, or myself into the right spirits. Instead, I cozy up in my sweats, staring longingly at the sapphire sky and dazzling sun through the window.


But then there are days when I do go out. When I layer and cover and prepare and venture out for a walk in the cold.


The winter air is uniquely still. With nothing to hear, my ears settle down and give their energy to my eyes. I see the restrained magnificence of the layers of nature.


winter grasses & treesI tilt my head to see the tree branches that in other seasons remain hidden by blankets of greens or yellows. In this harshest season, they show off their angles and strength and connectedness. They hint at the life pulsing within them, ready to burst into color once more when the temperatures begin to warm and the time is right.


The leaves come and go with the seasons. But the branches remain.


I crunch across the thick ice of the lake and think of the life that is hiding beneath it. Temporary shelters are parked where only boats can linger in the summer. Their tenants bundled up with the hope they will catch one of the swimmers moving below.


iceBeneath the layers of frozenness, there is life. It is hidden deep, but it is there, available for those who have the audacity to cut a hole, shiver through the bitterness, and wait.


But no matter where I look, at trees or ice houses or the tall marsh grasses, I see one thing: snow. And it is the snow that whispers to me loudest of all.


snowSnow. Good, fresh, pure snow, has an unmatched brilliance. An intensity of white that comes not from itself, but from the way it reflects the light of the sun.


In other seasons, the sun’s rays are absorbed, and used to bring out the loveliness of the plant.


In winter, it is the sun’s rays that hold center stage, as they bounce off the snow and cover the ground in a blinding sparkle of diamond light.


It is easy to miss all this. Winter is uncomfortable. It takes effort and searching and bearing through the cold. We may be deceived into thinking we should just hunker down under blankets until the spring arrives.


But if we make the effort to explore it, we may see an unexpected allure in the frozen landscape.



I have been reading the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis to my son. His beautiful allegories have made me wonder whether I sometimes over explain my metaphors and over conclude the meaning of my imagery. So, I thought I would try something different today, and let the picture stand alone. Maybe you can tell me, then, in the comments. How does this picture of winter reflect meaning to you? Where do you see yourself? God? Faith?


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  • Joyce

    I must remember the “unexpected allure in the frozen landscape”. Winter has been so harsh this year and I’ve tended to dream of a warmer environment, sandy beaches, warm sunlight and a warm breeze. I am thankful to be reminded that there is beauty where we are – even in the dead of Winter. Thank you for reminding me that God is always faithful, even when I doubt.

    • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

      Most of the time I dream of warmer places, too, Joyce. But when I remember to look, I see more to winter than I give it credit for. Glad you saw God’s faithfulness in this.

  • ernestenvy

    this is beautiful. thank you for letting it stand on its own. simply beautiful

    • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

      Thank you so much!

  • BrennaDA

    “Beneath the layers of frozenness, there is life. It is hidden deep, but it is there, available for those who have the audacity to cut a hole, shiver through the bitterness, and wait.” I loved this so much! I could smell that snowy, wintry, cold air. Lovely, friend!

    • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

      Thanks, Brenna. You are an encourager! How do you feel about the snowy, wintry air? I hope you like it since you get stuck in it, too!

  • http://www.struggletovictory.com/ Kari Scare

    Winter reminds me that we must have dormant times in order to have times of growth. When things seem frozen and nothing seems to be happening in my own life, I remember this fact of nature. And God, the author of nature, has perfectly designed my winter times in order to bring me into times of luscious growth and abundance.

    • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

      Yes, Kari. Love that- dormant times are part of the cycle of growth.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=785737811 Jennifer Glew Brady

    I fall more deeply in love with winter every year. I think nothing beats that pure anticipation of the first snow fall. A deep breath on a snowy day? Nothing feels fresher. It has become, for me, a season where deep growth happens. I slow. I savor. I declutter. I listen. God and I get tighter. But I honestly enjoy all this only because Spring is coming. Like the Nicole Nordeman song says when she reflects on how God is like every season,”Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter…” I feel that in Winter. In my mind and soul. A feeling of making room and doors opening. A wonderful post and fabulous photos lady!

    • http://everydayawe.com/ Stephanie Spencer

      Thank you so much, Jen! Compliments on my pics and words about winter mean a lot coming from you! (Maybe you could enter the blogging world with a guest post on my site sometime?…)

      I have not heard that Nicole Nordeman song. I love those lyrics. And I am so with you on the way winter brings slowness and listening. I think that’s what I’ve come to love most about it.