Sunday, February 6, 2011
What I Wore: Winter Day
An oddity struck me a few weeks back, I haven't minded winter much this year. Oddity multiplied in the fierceness of this year's winter. It's the bleak and barren and bone chill and presence of dormant death that typically turns my heart cold to winter. Seeing myself and the Father speak through the seasons has thawed my heart and I see truth in the confines of winter.
It's in me the stripping, the raw nakedness and sometimes past mistakes freeze thick around my heart. And I wonder if we're souls cemented by the stain and sin of death like sheets of unending ice? Grace melts like sun on snow and He reminds me the redeemed are fused not in the changing fickleness of the heart's seasons but in the unchanging never ending mercy. His mercies are new every morning holding these days and these seasons together.
What I wore last Sunday, on a winter day masquerading as spring.