We sit at window pane and we watch clouds roll in.
Fog socks in the valley below. Its choking. Its tight and we will always feel breathless when clutter rolls in. I feel the oppression of it as it comes for us too, sucking in mountain tops we usually see, moving quickly and encircling our little cabin in the woods. We’ve been living in that too…clutter and boxes and carpet layers and BOXES and clutter. And I choke and my vision gets small and I need to step back to remember that even in the mundane, in the clutter, in the mess, that HE is light and HE gives vision big enough to capture imagination and HE gives patience to the impatient. And he gives meaning to work of hands and he can be glorified in this.
So we turn back on boxes and clutter and give up on finishing and embrace now. We build snow men and we eat cookies and we lay beneath Christmas tree and we forget about the mess and we remember incredible gift we are living and the magnificient giver and we make space, chasing back foggy hearts. Every day we can….every day no matter how much emotional clutter rolls in, open your eyes to see the flashes of light and the ordinary or spectacular gifts you are in the midst of.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.3 He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber”Psalm 121:1-3
Linking this very imperfect prose today with Emily…I’ve missed you.
And I choke and my vision gets small and I need to step back to remember that even in the mundane, in the clutter, in the mess, that HE is light and HE gives vision big enough to capture imagination and HE gives patience to the impatient.
oh girl, this is breathtakingly beautiful, this whole post. i feel your angst, and the letting go. this post is an act of worship, a sacrifice. may you be blessed for it. and i’ve missed you too! unfortunately this is the last imperfect prose until the new year, but i hope you’ll join me then. merriest of christmases, dear melissa. xo