First Frost.
Cold enough for the stunning crystal formation. Warm enough for it be gone in a few hours.
The coming of cold enough for it to snow.
The now and not yet, on the cusp of winter.
I see myself as a teenager. Laying in bed in my cozy bedroom. Seeing the early frost on the windows in our small New England town.
Not yet wanting my feet to touch the cold hardwood floors. Stay in these warm covers. A bit longer. Until the rule following girl knows one second longer will mean late to school. A mad dash to the bathroom.
The now and not yet of those teenage years.
Living today in redemption. Knowing the end of the story. The final chapters victory.
But the not yet. The tension. The pain and trials. The daily plot.
The now and not yet of faith.
Frost invites us to the beautiful in between.
This week I haven’t seen it as beautiful. This very space drawing me into a now and not yet of writing. Of life.
I pause in writing this. Step unto our front porch. I close my eyes, feel the cooling air. There I can see the frost, blanketing our yard.
Complex structures linking together for simple beauty. For dramatic beauty.
The now and not yet.
Come frost, teach me your secrets.
Linking up with: Amber, she has a weekly Concrete to Abstract writing assignment. This week’s was the Frost. Please go here and read all the beauty.
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Frost truly is beautiful!
Wonderful to see your smiling face here! Yes, it is beautiful. I need to remember it is.
Hi Melanie
So mysterious! Thanks, dear one, and I hope frost did whisper some of the secrets in your ear!
Blessings
Thank you Mia. I have just been wrestling recently with the reality of living where we have hope in what is coming- and having glimpses of heaven here. Wanting more of it and then running into the limitations of this life, that it won’t be fully complete until Christ returns. The frost seemed to remind me of that, of winter coming, not quite here.
melanie, this is mysterious and magical and chillingly beautiful. What beauty in your words weaving into the crystalized frosty places. Love where you took this. Isn’t Amber’s fun?
Hi Elizabeth- Yes I am so excited to have found Amber’s place! Thank you for being with me in writing something that I feel like I’m struggling in the midst of and not fully even knowing what my own words mean.
Lovely post, but as I fledgling photographer — and someone who is just playing around with macro, I have to ask you about the lovely photo. Did you take it? It’s gorgeous. What is it? I’m guessing rosemary?
Hi Elizabeth- I’m glad you stopped by. I didn’t take the photo- I love it.
Here is a link to it:
http://www.creationswap.com/media/5175
Wow! Beautiful writing! I heard my own soul echoing your words. I am so living in the land of the now and not yet. What I am most struck by is the way you are enjoying the in-between, the frost. Yes, I need to pause, accept the invitation to live in “the beautiful in between,” and stop rushing for the snow. It’ll come. {deep breath}
“Come frost, teach me your secrets.” I love this, Melanie! The now and not yet…those words resonate with me, that’s for sure…so many places of just beginning to see and live out certain pieces, but knowing we are being called to more. So glad to have met you through Amber’s!
Oh, I loved the images of “the not yet…” I have been living in my own meantime, the time between what was and what will be. I am so glad this is your first Just Write, and gladder still that I was your neighbor for the blessing it yielded me.
Write on, sister.
Peace and good to you.
This is just a perfect image for the now and not yet – I’m feeling that tension too, so this is just where I’m at at the moment… Thank you.
(nice to see you joining the concrete words crew – it’s fun, isn’t it?!)
What a beautiful post, Melanie (and a beautiful, peaceful place you have here). I especially love the line about the “beautiful in between.”
It’s lovely to meet you, fellow Western Mass. girl (how fun! I was so excited to see you are originally from Wilbraham!).