It’s time to thaw.
This winter has tested my grit, it has pushed me to the Lord so many times every day. It has been the coldest, snowiest winter my little town in Indiana has ever seen.
There have been evenings where I positively wanted to just burn down my house with everything in it, because I couldn’t possibly climb out of the hole I’ve dug this winter. I’ve lived closed up and snowed in–it’s been a tooth and nail struggle to just make it through. It has been a season of intense endurance.
There is something about a long winter that tests your mettle, your sanity. When the horizon looks bleak and infinite, it’s hard not to imagine your days looking the same. Our schedule has been tossed topsy-turvy by buses that don’t start and kids who aren’t healthy.
But, it’s been good in a dreary kind of way. The endurance pushes you to need relief–and the only relief around is Jesus.
I am not good in and of myself. I would not survive on my own. I cannot manufacture good with my own two hands, and that’s the truth. Every time I try to make good on my own, I fail. I disappoint, I let down, I mess it up. It’s true.
But, God. And that’s really what is at the end of a long winter day. God is at the end of season that felt so long, but was so impossibly short on daylight. God is there when I’m at the bottom of a hole that I’ve dug myself. I’d be stuck there, but God.