I was born a northerner, so I know five inches of snow makes those north of the Mason-Dixon line laugh. But for us in the south, that is a total white-out. It is blessings from above that make the impassable roads my playground, my cross-country ski trail, my path of beauty. It transforms the grey, drab death of winter landscape into a white satin sheet of pristine loveliness.
My Bible study today was about how despair can seep in when we think we must move forward on our own power. All our roads seem blocked. Drifts of desperation pile so high, we know the path is too treacherous to navigate.
We forget that when trials abound, God's compassions abound as well. We are looking around us at the icy dangers, and not above us, at the One who sends each snowflake miraculously unique. Blessings and power from above shower down upon us and God has no favorites. When we look up, hoping to catch just one snowflake of His profusion on our tongue, He will cover us in the blanket of His power, grace, and mercy.
There is no place we go where God does not go with us. There is no path impossible with God.
I'm hoping God and I are skiing on the streets of Charlotte Monday, instead of to my regular Monday work on the sidewalks of the busiest abortion center pleading for mamas to choose life. I pray that place where at least fifty babies are slated to die will be shut down by the pure white snow.
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PS- if it does snow and you are stuck inside, I have a great book recommendation for you! Learn how God is moving in the fight to end a culture of abortion in this surprisingly optimistic, new release. (Click here.)
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Isaiah 55:10-11
Amen! May it sow 6-8inches!!!
ReplyDeleteyes! praying with you on that one!
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