Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Cold Front

It snowed today in Denver.  

This is not the first time I’ve been in Denver when it is snowing. But it is the first time I have lived in Denver when it is snowing. It is also the first time I’ve walked to the grocery store in the snow or walked to the coffee shop in the snow or watched snow swirl between high rises from inside my office.

I have always had a love affair with snow. I almost died once playing in the snow with my family and in the magical moment that I wasn’t hurt I learned (a) that the Holy Spirit can speak salvation into place and (b) the beauty of taking your next breath and having it be clean cold snow-filled air. Today I walked and breathed in more cold fresh snowy air.

At the same time I feel like I’m breathing fresh clean air at work. Sure there are politics and sure there are troubles here and there. But I have found my footing. I believe I am well-liked and well-respected. I have been given a bigger project to work on and am often sought out by my co-workers for my opinion and help. To top it all off these guys are melting my cold heart. I’d blocked my heart off pretty well after my days at the Company-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless (aka VoldeSYS) and had become pretty non-affectionate and blunt. These guys bring out a side of me that I thought was long-lost to me at work. I laugh a lot. I get hugged and give hugs. I have “inside” jokes and just generally enjoy their company. 

So just as the cold front moved into my new city…the spring thaw came to my heart.

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