I snapped this picture this morning; rather I sat my phone down and the camera saw beauty and clicked it quick. I looked at the screen and smiled inside. Is this what snowflakes look like to God, I thought? It's a snow day today and my girl sleeps quiet on the couch where we've set up winter camp. Our house is big and old and drafty and so we closed the door between Antarctica in the living room and log cabin cozy in the "wooden room" as we call it, walls all cedar and homey, and the warm of space heaters creeps through our favorite rooms and we stay settled there; until spring rings our doorbell.
I woke up eager like five years old and wrapped me up in hoodies and scarves and took a silly selfie because joy bubbled up and I wanted to be outside in the lacy world and just breathe in and out. These are times when I think about the boy and miss him, miss him slamming me to the ground and rubbing dog poop on my clothes. I want to call him and ask him to come out and play in the snow. To love hurt turn back into love made deeper by shared pain mended by Him.
It's funny how outside makes me so happy. It feels like God's front porch. I read a bright shiny reminder on my newsfeed from one of my favorite women of Truth, Christine Caine, and it sparkles in my head like fireworks....."You are capable of amazing things!" it crackled through the air like a telegraph sound. You. I'm talking to you, says my God to me. Tell the others. Grab their hands and take them with you. Tell them about Me.
There is a joy in the journey. There is. Not from money. Or all things going right. Not from photoshop or importance. Not from sexy or control top pantyhose. Not clever or talent or humility in your cleverness or talent. Not good manners or chic tastes. Not healthy salads or chia seeds. Or sparkling wine or refraining from drinking sparkling wine....all the choices we make.
There is a joy in this journey because the maker of beautiful snowflakes has His eye on you. And He wants to do amazing things.
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