Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I certainly did not think I would be wearing my ski jacket, knitted hat, and ski gloves so soon after returning from our Utah ski trip! But it took only a few minutes trying to scoop the driveway while the high wind kicked up the grainy, slippery snow into my face, that I went back inside to trade my hat for a face mask. The forecast is saying that we will not get above freezing until the weekend.
I was able to get the car out of the drive; an important goal considering my husband is stranded in Kansas City and I am backup childcare in case my daughter goes into labor. I found myself going a small distance to test the roads in the neighborhood and drove down by the creek. I got out and walked along the river collecting precious moments with my Creator. He led me to beautiful ice sculptures made by the wind whipping around grasses standing in the water. Other tips of reeds were blown repeatedly into the water, forming layers that turned into ice globes and frozen ripples. I felt like I was escorted by God through a gallery of masterpieces. I will hold this time apart as a precious treasure of revelation and restoration.
Now it is time for a nice, hot soak to get the chill off my bones! I will lean back and close my eyes, revisiting the beauty after the storm.
The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.
Be still, and know that I am God.