I've realized something. Even through the rough waves that knock me over in life, even through the dark, shadowed pain I've gone through...my life is truly beautiful.
I was jogging today in the cold. I had underestimated the wind's wrath against my skin and was surprised when I found myself shivering and clinging to what warmth my jacket provided me. I stopped and figured, "now would be a good time to turn around and go back in." But I didn't. I forced myself to walk. I just kept going. If I had turned around, I wouldn't have accomplished my goal for that day -- to exercise, just a little bit. I would have gone right back inside and would have gone on in my comfort, warm and complacent.
Freezing as I was, I jogged up the hill and reached the top breathless. Oh, how I wanted warmth. How I craved to be back in my bed with the covers up over my head.
The sun. I felt warm. At the top of the hill, the sun was shining so brightly and so radiantly that it was literally like standing on the beach. I stood still. So warm. Standing in the sun's light, I was reluctant to leave it's comfort. Why on earth would I want to continue on in the shade's cold thrashing.
Why on earth would any one want to live on in such coldness? Where life is bleak and hopeless? Where the light is lacking?
My Light comforts me in the midst of the chill. He takes care of me when I need to find shelter. His warmth caresses my cheeks when I begin to think there is no where to hide. I praise God for making this world so beautiful and so full of wonderful moments. I praise God for taking care of me in every single way. I praise God for His Son!
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