And I remember colder days . . .
It was the winter after my Dad left.
Barren, frozen winter and the days were cold and the nights wailed colder.
We had no heat upstairs,
So my sister and I piled blankets high on our beds and we slept in the icy ache and we could see our breath in the morning.
So cold that your bones creaked and your coffee cooled as soon as you brought it upstairs.
It was the winter after he left, and we had nothing--
My sister and I worked at McDonald's --it was the only place where we could find a job --and the only place where we could both get a ride to every morning --
We sold almost all of our furniture.
Because he left. Left us with nothing.
So our refrigerator was almost bare and we scraped and we sold what we could and the Lord was merciful to us and brought us through that wretched winter.
Then the spring came and the days warmed and I remember thinking how good the new warmth felt on my frozen fingers.
How good . . . the Lord was and brought us through that winter--that winter of black nights and stifled tears and bitter memories.
Brought us through.
And it's easy to trust the Lord when all is well--
When circumstances dance hunky-dory around our days and a trip to Disneyland beckons in the distance.
It's easy to say that we trust Him when the money is rolling in and our bank account is padded and our children are not answering back and our cakes are never burnt.
It's easy to trust Him then.
But take away every support, every aid, let the money in the bank dwindle, let the body be wasted by a disease or by debilitating depression or emotional pain.
Let the heart be wrent by an adulterous affair or a spouse who doesn't care or a child who turns bitter-prodigal.
Will we trust Him then?
When our hands are cold and our hearts distressed and we can see the breath of our pain through the shadows?
These are the times when our faith is tested --when we see that --
God moves in a mysterious way, His mercies to perform
He plants His footsteps on the sea and rides upon the storm
And we must--
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for his grace
Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face.
And today I walked under clouds, under cold October clouds that threatened to rain down.
I saw a tiny, innocent sparrow, wing hurt, hopping under the leaves in someones' garden, and my hands were full with my two babies, so there was nothing I could do but leave it in God's hands--
And my heart was heavy, too--with a prayer unanswered and the heavens seem brass--
The promise of His grace--
His purposes will ripen fast unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower.
And I read about it today in my sister's story that she's been writing, read of barrenness and silence and the brass heavens.
Until mercy moved and the unexpected came and the prayer was answered.
By the God of mercy, the God who turns winter to spring and who heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds and who waits that He may be gracious to us.
Because what sometimes seems like unanswered silence is only a ripening bud--
That the flower may be sweet - a glorious bloom in the spring of answered prayer.
So I wait upon Him--
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