Thursday, 08 January 2009

• THE GOD-NESS OF IT...

  Sunday, December 21, 2008

  THE GOD-NESS OF IT... God gives us ample time to witness His mercy through His miracles in our lives. It is never a case of "Oops, My timing was off on that one," for Him. Each and every thing, no matter how seemingly minute, is part of His perfectly timed plan. My own fallible eyes have a tendency to view the darkness of the situations. I want my timing, my circumstances---immediacy. I sometimes revert to a sickly-weak spiritual blindness rather than looking upon that beatific and undeniable Light that gives us hope and clear sight! As I look out the window now, I see the world fully clothed, blanketed in the blue-white of a winter storm. I am warming as I write; warmed by steaming zinger tea and the love of my Father. My boots hang on the boot-drying rack dripping miserable tears onto a floor scattered with hardened bulbs of snow. My hat, coat and mittens have been shed like second skins on the chair, waiting for the next opportunity to get outside. I am lighter though, not from the cast aside clothing, but from what oils God has poured in to soothe and heal my battered heart. That very first step into the snow that had bent the heads of the spruces to meet me, was like a step into revelation. It opened my eyes immediately to purity. The cold was cuttingly clean and devoid of anything but pure oxygen (which I know is impossible or I would have been unable to breathe it). It was a holy and perfect prayer to to inhale and exhale! "This, oh, this, is God's gift to us," I thought. I know many do not see it as so, but to me the snow is God's demonstration of purity on earth. It seems to be a state of being where we are truly one with Him in His perfectly created intent. I wanted it to be that today. I needed vagabond thoughts, hurt-y discussions and satan's planted ideas to disappear into the cloud of silence. I wanted to take the large hand of a wanderer into mine, as in the past when it was little and trusting, and point to the whitewashed field and say, "Taste, see and feel--this is God's perfection. His Plan is in this beauty. This is what God does for us-gives us beauty in juxtaposition to the ugly, the dirty, the empty. He covers us this very same way! Allow this into your spirit. Allow the healing." The cold can melt even the most frozen heart. Anyone who has had frostbite can attest to that! The cold eventually diminishes to the dull ache of impending healing... There is nothing like snow. Really. Snow has a quality that erases all the ugly beneath it. It covers, protects, allows vision for something more. It quiets the most restive of hearts with its utter silence. There is the cold, but that too, can bring healing-not without pain, of course. That's the God-ness of it. Pain brings healing and purity. Our knee must bend to Him. Our hearts must surrender. It has always been this way with me. Always, although I was not sure of the God-ness of it until later years. And, that is what I was doing, standing at the edge of my back field today. I was allowing God to fill me while the snow plastered my hair to my face and poulticed my thundering fears to Him. As I looked up, my lashes became coated with a thousand, million unique shapes and patterns---oh, that my eyes only see HIS possibilities, HIS solutions---all uniquely crafted for us---already prepared and planned. I breathed deeply, more deeply still, the cold searing my lungs as I waited for His breath to enter me. It did. I needed this prayer. Thank You, God! I am reminded of what God does for us through our faith and how we have only to repent to be purified," If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness,"(1 Jn. 1:9).

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