This winter won’t go away.
Mountains of snow stacked along street edges, ice wind blowing from fresh and fierce air off the lake. Nets of gray trap the sky tight so no sunlight is allowed access. Again, the breath-stealing bitter cold, collects the joy right out of the day. Works to make you forget there was ever such a thing as spring.
Except. There is always the memory of what has come before, recollections of bud-dappled trees and smooth birdsong. Spring has happened before, and it will arrive again.
These last two months have been a mountain of endurance. Of plowing through an unreal reality of medical upheavals and hospital stays, loss of bearings?
This is a harsh winter, alright.
Except. I remember.
How my life has been spared and saved more than once in my life. Playback the moments of survival, seal of His heart in mine, watch as He pulls me from the mire and places me on steady rock. How in the storm of heartbreak, His presence through the dead of night assurance that He is still loving. All He does is kind, even when it can feel like fire through my veins.
Remember. Look back on what God has already done. Choose to believe in who He has shown Himself to be.
I am walking through the sludge of this unclear season with a sharp eye out for His good.
// I have come to the edge of this world, sniffed around at the other side, learned how little there lies between this world and what’s next.
And at the base of it all, I have had to ask myself the question: What is it I believe?
Do I believe in a God who is over all, who runs all eternity, and is He where I place my faith, my life?
Where, in the earth-splitting shake up of a stroke and heart procedure, do I stand on firm soil rather than shifting sand? What is solid?
It is not what, but WHO.
He who slung the stars in the sky and gathered grains of sand and offered up a picture of a chosen people. Who has tumbled down towers and met a wounded women in the desert, El Roi, the One who sees.
Confident that He who created a good work within me will carry it out to completion.
To fall full weight in confidence of His character His promises. His goodness and kindness, and that forever faithfulness.
My heart clings to the hope that He is who He says He is, and who He promises to be is faithful. Stake my soul on this. Walk with shuffling feet as I relearn the place I’m planted in this season.
I look out my window and see ice and water roll about the winter lake. The churn of blue and gray clouds hunched low. //
As sure as the lighthouse stands strong against the heaving waves propelled by an angry tide, I anchor to God’s goodness. Confident how He will never leave or forsake, even when the world before me swallows me down into an unexpected abyss.
His faithfulness is a blaze of light that carefully carries me back into wide-open space, land of the living.
I stand certain of His goodness.
I have smelled, touched, tasted it. And it has imprinted deep within my wondering mind, my seeking soul.
All is miraculous; He is mercy. For me, spring is already here; tender shoots of grace unfurl the newly hinged hooks of my heart.
I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of God in the land of the living. -Psalm 27:14
Continuing my attempt at the Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Confident. // symbolizes where five minutes started and/or stopped.
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