Well, if y'all don't know, it's snowing here in Portland, David has ditched me, and loneliness laughed nastily in my face for a while. But that's nothing a little snow can't white out.
After spending some time sitting in my dark room alone, with nothing but the faithful glow of my laptop screen to illuminate my physiognomy (fancy word for face), I decided it was time to get some din-din (as my father says when it's time for dinner). Seeing as it was still snowing, I bundled up nicely in my gentlemanly, old-time, wonderful pea coat and Bulgarian-bought gloves and headed out into the flittering flakes.
I didn't want to spoil Butch's pleasant little nap, resting so comfortably under that cool, wintry white blanket, so I decided to head across the way to BJ's old-school style: by footsies. Have you ever run on the snow in the snow for no good reason? What a smile it put on my formerly dimmed demeanor! As my dark pea coat slowly turned white with the splatters of this light, wintry paint shower and my lashes grew heavy with their flaky burdens, I could not help but grin. All on my own, trotting down the sidewalk buried (or was it the grass? I couldn't tell), I was truly cheerful.
What a wonderful God that He should drift down such simple blessing before us. In the midst of mild discontent, He would gift a frown with much dimpled blessings. And isn't that so true to His nature? When our heart's bedroom is dark, silent, and empty, when our heads are hung low, when the winter seems to emulate our dampened spirit, there He is, faithful to bring the gentle, ivory kisses of angels, the timid reminders of His ever-presence in His children's lives. How passionate He is for us! May we ever keep Him near to mind and understand the undying love with which He loves us, caring not for our old, fleshly, sinful self, dead to Him eternally. Let us live as though we believe we are truly righteous saints because of His grace!
