Sunday, February 26, 2012
I won't pretend that my life is that hard. I know many people have so much more on their plates than I do. Actually, I have it incredibly easy. Too easy, sometimes. I know that I deal with some physiological things, the snow that falls, but not taking steps to combat it when I know it's coming would be like refusing to get a shovel; just hoping that it's not too deep to walk through. This year, I have the shovel and boots, but it seems there is just more snow than ever. It's harder. But it's possible.
Just when I think I want to quit shoveling and just let the snow fall over me, God sends me a little bit of hope. That Light that refuses to be completely submerged. This week I was asked to coffee by two different people (on the same morning even!), and somehow God knew I really needed that feeling of being pursued. That little bit of encouragement gave me the desire to pick up the shovel and keep going.