Stuck Between Seasons


This morning, as I was homeschooling the last daughter and simultaneous trying to work out details for a women's conference I am coordinating, I found myself very frustrated. I was disappointed in myself because I wasn't able to post a blog last week.

Later, I was fulfilling an order from our store when I happened to glance up at the schedule for #Intentional Parenting 2015. March is supposed to focus on grace. Ok. Got that. Maybe I can write something on Wednesday, I thought.

As I put the packages in my mailbox, I passed a very interesting perspective in my flower bed--a daffodil trying its best to bloom in the middle of snow that hadn't yet melted. It is as if spring is trying to make an entrance, but winter's finale still continues. (We've had ice and about 12 inches of snow in the past two weeks and there is a potential of more snow for us later this week!)

My heart was stirred that in some ways I'm like that flower; I am stuck between seasons. I can see so many things ahead in the future and I'm working to see things move forward, but now is not the right season. God was saying that it's ok that I didn't post a blog. It isn't priority in this season. I need to keep my priorities in line with His perspective and finish my assignments for one season before I fully embrace the next. 

As I typed this blog, it was an ah-ha moment: Grace. God was giving me grace, favor I didn't deserve.  He wasn't judging me or condemning me so neither do I condemn myself. My takeaway from today: giving grace must begin with receiving grace. That's a great topic for a blog...some day.

Whiter Than Snow

As I finish details on February’s newsletter, I’m gazing on a winter wonderland.  Nearly 4 inches of snow cover our green lawn and snow continues to fall steadily.  Forecasters are predicting eight inches—an absolute anomaly in an area that receives an average of less than an inch for the entire winter.  We haven’t seen this much snow in the last twenty years. Underneath the white blanket in our yard you’ll find a barren garden lacking attention, vacant flower beds waiting for tenants, and a few small grassless islands in the midst of a mostly green sea.  The sparkling white powder covers the imperfections and transforms an otherwise mediocre piece of land into a captivating scene.

Gazing on the purity of the snow reminds me of my Savior who has made us pure.  The Bible tells us that the blood of Jesus covers our sins, making us as pure as snow--not accounting for pollution (grin). (Psalm 51:7)  Through our confession and faith, we receive the forgiveness of sins which purifies us and removes the stain of our sin.  (I John 1:7-9)  Thankfully God does not just cover our impurities; He removes them as far as the east is from the west.  (Psalm 103:12)  Jesus’ death on the cross paid the price so we can be whiter than snow.

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.

“Jesus Paid It All” (by: Elvina Hall and John Grape) Public Domain.  To view the complete lyrics and hear the hymn in its entirety, click here.

If you want Jesus to take the imperfections of your life and give you a life of purity, I would love to talk with you.  You can call me at 757.472.1897 or visit this site.