something about her soul put me heart at ease.
Life is starting to feel like winter in New Hampshire. First the shimmer of snow and the joy of a book and a wood stove.
But now the snow is graying from the street gravel and my toes are numb. I am sick of the cold and the dark and the mess of winterness.
This season just seems too long. My colors are faded and my soul is thin. I search for the courage to continue. I am ready for spring, summer, fall, – anything else.
But this is not the full truth of my situation. The stars are still filled with Alleluias. My heart does not need to rest in this fear. In the midst of my broken dreams, redemption is here.
And there is beauty in this season as well as in the one to come.
Lord, I need help to remain. With all my heart, and my eyes closed, I trust you will be gracious to me.
Perhaps we are too special to be meant for easy things.
thanks Amy. God is present, even in the gray.