when the temperature drops...

Thursday, March 1, 2012

they stand tall and graceful on our kitchen table,

lost in sun and shadow, this gift unexpected calls for little hands to reach out and touch them.

she gives, because that is who she is.

even in the cold of a winter wind,

she gives.

and i pull the bundle of pussy willow sticks close,

arrange them in a mason jar and we sit in a circle around them.

have they never really ever seen them before?

i mean, they must have,

but they  look at them with a wonder that amazes me

and they each ask if they can hold a branch.

and i watch tiny hands pet those grey, tiny buds

and i watch what is dead being cradled in the hands of the living.

and it happens, as we sit all gilded and golden in the sun,

that moment that helps me see those other moments just a tad bit clearer...

it can all seem so dead;

that hope, that desire, that wish for a different outcome.

it can all have been packed up and moved away and find you sitting there wondering where in the world your life went.

it can all change so very quickly.

and the snow flies again

and the temperature drops

and you stand at the window watching it all be buried again.

but could what seems like an ending,

be only a beginning?

doesn't new life always comes from a dead seed buried deep in the dirt?

sometimes you just have to lay it down for Him to raise up new life in you.

and in those in between moments ~

the ones that leave you feeling lost and forgotten and maybe slightly disoriented;

maybe they are ones meant to strengthen and remind that He is there - always, always there,

and in the dark, you find He lets you hold the hope of spring in your hands...

~ But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you...Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.~     
2 corinthians 4:7-12, 16-18