Saturday, February 7, 2015

'Midst the Seemingly Endless Blasts

He sends His orders to the world -
how swiftly His word flies!
He sends the snow like white wool;
He scatters frost upon the ground like ashes.
He hurls the hail like stones.
Who can stand against His freezing cold?
Then, at His command, it all melts.
He sends His winds, and the ice thaws.
~ Psalm 147:15-18 {NLT}  ~
You unleash Your powerful presence from the heavens above, Almighty God.
Sometimes we're not all that sure that we can praise You
'midst the seemingly endless blasts of repeated storms.
The snow and wind and freezing temperature kind of assaults. 
And the tumult of life circumstances that careen one on top of the other
like a string of dominoes falling, falling hard.
Exhausted from the deluge,
we murmur and sigh and wish for brighter days.
And with a delightful merciful grace, You hear us well.
We choose to believe that You will orchestrate all that assails us
so that our character will be refined like pure gold.
And we will emerge stronger, becoming more and more like Your dear Son.
So ...
In the midst of winter's endless frigidity,
we choose to lift up high a sacrifice of praise.
For the roof over our heads and the bright and flickering flame from fireside and oil tank.
For warm fragrant bread that emerges from the oven's steady heat.
And the sweet sticky homemade jam we spread thick on slices still steaming.
For each and every scrap we threw in the pot to make a delicious healthy broth.
And the layers of fleecy clothes that cradle our bodies close.
Uplifting conversations.  Hot marshmallow-laden cocoa. 
Much needed hugs.  Worn and cozy quilts.
We need not look far to find yet one more gift to release in praise.
Holy Spirit - prompt us to choose gratitude.
Even in the dead of wintertime.



  1. My "storm" this week actually doesn't have to do with snow, but illness. I'm on day 7 of being sick. I can't remember the last time I was so sick for so long. The first few days it was easy to find little work, time with the kids, a lot of reading etc.......but on day 7 it's getting harder. Unhappy thoughts creeping in..........I want to get out of the house, I'm mad Mike had to reschedule by birthday party, I just want to feel good etc.....I realize this is the time I have to dig in deeper and look harder. I know there's a good lesson in here somewhere...........

    1. Grace, grace. Lean back and rest well. No need to dig in deeper and look harder. He whispers peace, be still.

      Praying for you even as we speak, Valerie ...

  2. Hi Linda! Oh my, you have been just socked with winter, haven't you? But it sure sounds like you have wonderful coping mechanisms. The bread and jam descriptions made my mouth water...and made me think of the Bread of Life, with his sweet Words to us.
    I hope you've had a day tucked under a fleece blanket, hot tea in hand. May God continue to give you his renewing grace, falling like the winter snow, to cover your soul.

    1. That piping hot bread straight from the oven would be so so good right about now ... but alas, the oven gave up the ghost last weekend.

      But the fireplace is going strong and I am thankful ... most of all, for His love, and yes, His renewing grace.

      You've warmed up the evening, friend ... Thanks!


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