Soon after I lost my job, I began a morning routine of taking a walk with our Siberian husky, Jenna. For almost six months now, we have shared a solitary walk through our rural neighborhood. We’ve seen, heard and felt the changes in the seasons as the day has begun.
In February, when the chill was still in the air and nature was in its barren slumber (and I was still mad at the world), I spotted a patch of grass scarred by a wayward snowplow. The tires really did a number! Long, deep tracks were laid and chunks of dirt where intermingled with salt, snow and gravel. Glad it wasn’t my yard, the snowplow’s ugly mark still bothered me and ruined my otherwise perfect ‘Robert Frost’ snowy morning.
For six months I’ve walked past that spot, remembering my first discovery of it, and have watched it change with time.
Winter has now left, spring is in full bloom and summer is officially just a few days away. This morning as Jenna and I took our walk, I noticed that the snowplow’s deep tire tracks were completely covered now with grass. Though there’s still a deep scar in the yard, the ground has begun to heal.
As I have…almost.
I’m no longer mad or bitter. A victim of the ‘slow economy,’ how was I to know what was down the road? Oh, but I made the choice to leave a job for a ‘better one’—I chose the road; the road didn’t choose me…or did it?
No matter how much I plan, no matter what choices I make, there’s always the unexpected, the unplanned, the detours, the scars, the change in direction. No matter how hard I work, pray or study, I will never totally understand God’s will…but am I supposed to?
I have…almost.
Scarred, bruised, battered, tossed around—amidst the pain, frustration and helplessness, I know that will God always love me. I am His forever. I am in His care forever—He’s the one in control. And just like that scarred patch in someone’s yard, in time, and with His tender and loving touch, the scar made on me by this year’s snowplow will soon be covered up. Gone.
Thank you, Lord...Thank you for the snowplows, mud and scars so we can see You at work, feel Your healing and know that we are Yours.
Forever.
In February, when the chill was still in the air and nature was in its barren slumber (and I was still mad at the world), I spotted a patch of grass scarred by a wayward snowplow. The tires really did a number! Long, deep tracks were laid and chunks of dirt where intermingled with salt, snow and gravel. Glad it wasn’t my yard, the snowplow’s ugly mark still bothered me and ruined my otherwise perfect ‘Robert Frost’ snowy morning.
For six months I’ve walked past that spot, remembering my first discovery of it, and have watched it change with time.
Winter has now left, spring is in full bloom and summer is officially just a few days away. This morning as Jenna and I took our walk, I noticed that the snowplow’s deep tire tracks were completely covered now with grass. Though there’s still a deep scar in the yard, the ground has begun to heal.
As I have…almost.
I’m no longer mad or bitter. A victim of the ‘slow economy,’ how was I to know what was down the road? Oh, but I made the choice to leave a job for a ‘better one’—I chose the road; the road didn’t choose me…or did it?
No matter how much I plan, no matter what choices I make, there’s always the unexpected, the unplanned, the detours, the scars, the change in direction. No matter how hard I work, pray or study, I will never totally understand God’s will…but am I supposed to?
I have…almost.
Scarred, bruised, battered, tossed around—amidst the pain, frustration and helplessness, I know that will God always love me. I am His forever. I am in His care forever—He’s the one in control. And just like that scarred patch in someone’s yard, in time, and with His tender and loving touch, the scar made on me by this year’s snowplow will soon be covered up. Gone.
Thank you, Lord...Thank you for the snowplows, mud and scars so we can see You at work, feel Your healing and know that we are Yours.
Forever.
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