Chastened by God

Okay, maybe that sounds a little strong, but as I read Billie Jo’s post on The Bottom Line, I felt chastened by God. The best part though, is that the chastening proves how personal God is. He’s always aware of my heart, always speaking, always knowing.

Proof positive, here’s a direct quote from my journal on Monday:

“Beloved One, do not count my snow a curse–not even an inconvenience. Surrender to it. Drink its beauty. It will not last forever–like another, rarely seen facet of my personality, how I interact with my children. Recall Eden? The edict of rest, the imposed seasons from the very beginning? Isn’t the accumulation amazing? Even I am thrilled and pleased with how the tiniest freckles of winter can quickly swallow the landscape, disguising stumps and veiling steps and holes. Give me thanks in all things, my daughter!”

And then … I read this:
Exchange Winter Weariness for Crystal Treasures

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Abundance

I am wrapped in abundance,

Like corduroy cloaks

Of seasonal sensations.

 

Brown, gold, red, orange,

Cascade from blue

And autumn wrenched branches.

 

A maelstrom of glory

YOUR GLORY

Swirls around me.

Comfort in consistency.

 

Powerful, predictable

To know this pulse of peace.

Next season will arrive at

Your stroke of the clock.

And winter will hustle

The year away.

 

My little world

Swirls around me

In cacophony of curiosity.

I only know

I trust only

The predictable peace

That you afford.

 

Whether blinded sun hides today,

Glory yet, for it blooms this morn.

Whether blinded by uncertainty,

Joy yet, this morn.

Glory. Peace.