Winter Winds



There is a chill in the air.  It is the breath of “old man winter” blowing softly in.  I am not sure if I am ready to welcome this change but yet, my readiness doesn’t prevent its coming.  I haven’t been prepared for many things in my life.  Still, they came ready or not.

The seasons are God’s gentle reminders that life is not intended to be stagnant.  It is meant to change and transform.  The living and growth often follows times of death and slumber.  Winter precedes spring.  Nature is His handiwork and a testimony to our hearts of His presence in all of creation.  Its wonder surrounds and yet, we still miss its grand design.

We live our lives so busy insisting we must do and be more than He ever destined for us.  I wonder how many times we have ventured far off the trail He has placed before our feet.   We find ourselves caught in the whir of a life out of control.  It is our doing, not His.  In His plan falls a rhythm, a season of sorts.  In ours, the cadence runs sporadic and wild.  Rest becomes elusive and purpose is disoriented.

We begin to lose ourselves.

Even more tragic, we begin to lose our sight of Him.

 You never go away from us, yet we have difficulty in returning to You.   Come, Lord, stir us up and call us back. Kindle and seize us. Be our fire and our sweetness. Let us love. Let us run. 

St Augustine

Come sweet winter winds remind us with your breath that even in stark and barren moments, His hand still moves and His heart can still be found.  Draw us back from wild chaos and into the gentle rhythm of His grace.

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It falls like rain…

IMG_1341Gratitude and humility are overwhelming me. Pouring down upon me much like the incessant rain that is falling outside my window.

I know that long before this earth existed I was on God’s mind. I was and remain an object of His focus. In Him and through Him, all the broken pieces of my life have been made whole and holy. I bow my head in humility for I know that I deserve none of it. While He has never taken His focus from me, my eyes have not held the same gaze. Yet, still, grace and mercy flow…

I know that I have been placed here and now, much like Esther, for such a time as this. I have been given opportunities to live the life of faith that I profess. In Him and through Him I am equipped for the task. He supplies all my needs, all my strength to accomplish the task He has set before me. I fall to my knees in humility knowing I deserve none of this. While He has had the task prepared, I have chosen my own endeavors. Yet, still, grace and mercy flow…

I know that I have been loved completely and sacrificially. Loved to such a depth that I cannot fathom where the beginning differs from the ending. I fall to my face in humility knowing I deserve none of this. While He loves me beyond my comprehension, I fail to love beyond my own irritation. Yet, still, grace and mercy flow…

As the raindrop falls freely from the sky, so does this grace and mercy fall from Heaven.

I cannot stop it.

I don’t want to stop it.

Without it my existence would be unbearable.

With it my soul can breathe.




(this is a simple repost (with a few updates) of a blog written long ago)
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