His Way

There is cold cleanness to new fallen snow.
Pristine crystal coverage that draws the eye as the sun passes over.
Frozen perfection as a surface crust forms.

And time passes.

Then something happens.  Foot-falls break the crusty illusion of coverage to expose life hidden.  A road opens.  Sun shines.  Moisture seeps into frozen crevices breaking and softening the pristine coverage.  Earth is churned as more foot-falls arrive and more snow melts.

From this ground, warmed and watered and churned, comes life from the hidden places, in His time.

Father, there is cold comfort staying in hidden places, where life seems clean as new fallen snow.  But You have made us to live in the light of Your Son.  As I turn toward the heat of His face, mud is on mine.  

I am scared.  And my first response is to hide, again.  

And He said to me, 

"My grace is sufficient for you,

for power is perfected in weakness."

2 Corinthians 12:9

How blessed is the man  . . .  

whose delight is in the law of the LORD, . . .

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither.

Psalm 1:1-3

And Your grace rains down.  Washing me white as snow.  

For by grace you have been saved through faith. 

It is the gift of God . . . 

We are His workmanship,

created in Christ Jesus for good works,

which God prepared beforehand,

that we should walk in them.

Ephesians 2:8-10

Father, thank You for the heat 
     that melts the snows 
          that water the seeds 
               that grow toward Your Light. 
Help me walk, broken and softened and alive.

Love always,
Angie