Guess what? It snowed. Again. Another 5 or 6 inches this weekend.
While I was supposed to be cleaning up Pancake Saturday dishes, I couldn't step away from the windows as I watched my family play. It was then that I caught Aron and the kids face planting in the snow eating it.
And one last one because Belle wanted her grandmas to see her all dressed up as Ariel with her updo and sparklies (which she did all by herself - the sparklies that is). Aren't her poses the best? I don't know where she gets her girly, prissy ways. I really don't. What? Why are you laughing?
And in the midst of struggle I find myself blanketed in His love.
Again and again, like the snow that just. keeps. coming.
At just the right time, a friend pulls me aside, offers words of hope.
Or a phone call from one so dear, saying I have been on her heart, and she is lifting me up, though we haven't spoken in years.
Moments of laughter, moments of acceptance - despite oh so many flaws -
Moments of forgiveness and just plain being;
These are nurturing to me.
I can't figure out why He loves us like He does.
Or how He patiently endures our ever so delicate emotional states.
Maybe it is as Beth Moore says, "Jesus knows its scary being us."
Maybe he empathizes more than we can know, and so the Spirit intercedes in our weakness.
I can testify to this.
In my hanging by a thread moments, moments failed at faith,
When I am least deserving of His attention, His affection, His pursuit,
He shows up, and hovers in my chaos,
A light in my darkness, bringing order and beauty.
He's just perfect like that.