It reads that heaven is filled with twelves; twelve gates, twelve angels, and inscriptions of the twelve tribes on the gates. by the way - each gate was a pearl - yes, a beautiful white, blemish free, found inside a slimy deep sea creature pearl. (Revelations 21)
This heart is quenched with the most minute moment of each day. It loves the details. From 10 am work breaks from designing orientation documents to memorizing the sidewalk cracks on my runs - each little nugget satisfies my heart with a peace I hadn't noticed until this month. Winter makes things obvious and forces thinking.
Winter hosts dormant and hibernating ways. It covers with blankets of the purest heavenly white colors and exposes the smallest branches. That bareness and discomfort make a heart restless. Who likes being exposed or stuck in these dead details? Most are so quick to want to melt it, to push it aside, and make piles of it. I start my countdown to days of longer sunshine a sweet lemonade, forgetting that I am in this season - and that there is purpose here.
Winter and growth are best friends. Each snowflake is hand painted and that my focus should be on that magnificent miracle - not "how quick can I get this nasty uncomfortable stuff out of the way?" Neglecting the idea that there is so much love in those piles of hand painted details.
Winter embraces bar stools and conversation or hot beverages and cozy chair journal entries. It freezes things and forces the eye to take a careful look. It takes its sweet time and falls softly. Winter dances with blue skies and rests with gray ones. Winter paints God's sovereignty and asks us for to be exposed and vulnerable so we can move into the next season with room.
Room for growth. Room for courage. Room for new details.
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