There was something special about New Bern this winter. As January ended, I realized how much I appreciated this season for what it offered: space to reflect, rest, and reset. New Bern didn’t try to impress in January—it simply was.
In that fluffiness of the winter snow, I felt invited to hibernate, slow down and listen, trusting that this quiet season was filled with new purpose for me. The historic snowfall only deepened that sense of mother nature’s awe and that I am not in control. Watching familiar streets and river views transformed under a blanket of snow felt like a reminder of God’s presence. The hush that followed the storm created room for gratitude—for safety, for community, and for the simple gift of witnessing something rare and beautiful. It was impossible not to pause and give thanks, recognizing how small we are and yet how cared for we remain. This winter reminded me that not every season is meant for striving or producing—some are meant for receiving.
Through the stillness of the snow, and the slower pace, I was gently reminded to trust God’s timing, to be grateful for what is, and to rest in the assurance that even quiet winters are part of a greater story.
#whisperinmyheart
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