I sit on the edge of my footstool and look out into a frigid dawn. My phone app says 11 below. I can feel the frost. It’s trying to seep through the tiniest cracks in the window and under the blanket I put across my lap.
Condensation has collected at the bottom of the pane of the glass and turned into thin sheets of ice overnight. Now, that the blinds are open and a peach glow behind the scraggly pines is making promises, I watch the ice and its nightly determination melt into water droplets. They run slowly, here and there, across the vinyl window frame.
I too get caught between these worlds, my worries and God’s answers, my want to capitulate and his encouragement to keep going, between my resentment and his steadfast, merciful and never-ending love.
“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
(Pictures and words, Heidi Viars 2023, Scriptures taken from the ESV)
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