We've had a very cold spring, with periods of snow and ice
that are not very welcome at all. People
here in Kansas have gardens to plant, and flowers to nurture, while the farmers
are cautiously eyeing their wheat crops for damage. A few weeks ago, in April, we had a threat of
severe weather one day that lasted into the night. It was no surprise, then,
when we went to bed and heard the distant sound of thunder and saw the sky fill
with bright lightning. But as the night
wore on, I awakened to hear the unmistakable pinging sound of ice hitting the
bedroom window. All night long, as I
drifted in and out of sleep, I was aware of the nearly constant sound of that
cold wind blowing and the ice tapping on the window.
The next morning, as soon as it was light enough to see
outside, we were met with quite a surprise.
Everything was coated with a thick sheen of sparkling ice. The ice was coating every limb and twig,
every little bloom and every little blade of grass. I went upstairs to open the bedroom blinds in
order to get a good look at the back yard and was met with windows that were
thickly sealed with ice. The beautiful
view of the back yard was totally blocked by the layer of ice.


Just the other day, Gary and I took a walk around this same
area. We noticed some interesting
things. Some of the branches that had
been bowing over with the weight of the ice were slowly regaining their former
upright position. Other limbs, though
severely damaged, were growing new leaves and hanging on to the life that was
provided to them from the main tree that was still firmly rooted. There was life where we least expected to see
it. We were hopeful that some of the
branches could be saved, and we were refreshed by the green signs of life that
we saw. Other areas, such as the large
tree that had fallen, would forever bear the scar of this tragedy.


Listen to David in Psalm 66:8-12: "Bless our God, O peoples, and sound His
praise abroad. Who keeps us in life and does not allow our feet to slip. For You have tried us, O God. You have refined us as silver is
refined. You brought us into the
net. You laid an oppressive burden upon
our loins. You made men ride over our
heads. We went through fire and through
water, yet You brought us out into a place of abundance."
God will see us through the icy storm. He will not allow our feet to slip. He directs the storms of our lives in order
to refine us. Yet He brings us to a
place of abundance when the storm is over!
There is still life.........there is still growth......there is still
potential, no matter how deep the scars.
Sometimes it's hard to move on beyond the hurt and the pain, but we
must. Step by step we move forward, and
we find that one day we really can smile again and serve God again.
And we can say, "Bless our God, and sound His
praise!"
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