Snow blows vertical. I stand at the sink drinking crisp, cold well water and I think of living water. Flowing so we can take in. Water made to nurture life.
God blows in cold air and all air around me feels cold. Come summer he will blow in warm air and all air around me will be warm.
How is it that we have gone so turned side in our thinking? I have seen this virus in my own life. My way prayed out equals God responding to me. Then I wonder where the joy is. No peace is to be found in this thinking.
The wind blows cold and I go out in skin covered. The wind blows hot. I go out in skin bare. I respond to it, it does not respond to me. I need the presence of God. I bow down. In the innermost places of myself, bend to trial, hurt, and frustration. I kneel down to receive reconciliation, understanding, and hope. I see God's glorious work. His strong hand bring gifts of His goodness. I raise hands up high. I clap. I dance.
Refiner's fire hits hard. Joy comes. Sickness humbles. Healing rejoices. I see the Father at work. I am thankful.
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