(We’ve had what felt like a good, old-fashioned cold around here – twice since the holidays began. I’d like to say we’ve been hibernating in our recovery – but that just sounds to cozy and deep-sleepish, but, really, it felt like an out-of-sorts lethargy and inability to think well and a “where-did-my-brain-go” time. We are recovered, have found our brains, the cozy deep sleeps of winter, and a clear-headed appreciation of our brand of the everyday ordinary. I’ve missed you all!)
First, the mists came to our little mountain, falling all over it, spreading out – covering up. Sometimes, it’s as though during the night, they lay down, exhausted, in a slumbering heap, only to wake in the morning, gather themselves together and rise back up to continue on their journey. Sometimes, it’s as though they walk across the mountain, in a slow, intentional way, like a slow walk with God. Other times, like before the snow came, it felt as though a veil covered home, protecting in a hushed silence, as though to say, “Listen. Slow down. Rest within our boundaries and let our covering keep you safe.”
God gave the wind its weight, Job says – and measured the dimensions and capacity of water – determining the weight of a droplet, a snowflake, hailstones, from dew to mists, showers to deluges to tsunami’s. He sets limits and boundaries for the rain – and maps the course of a thunderbolt.
“He saw it and declared it. He established it and also searched it out.” ~ Job 28: 25-27
Yes – summer showers, winter storms – and the mists that waft through the big and little mountains, the little and big valleys.
No measure of rain, in any of its forms, can hide us from God. The Mists cannot hide us, neither rooftops or dark closets. There is no cave or hole in the ground deep enough to hide from our Father. We might feel unseen. . . but we are not. We might wish to be unseen. . . but we are not. Just as there is no bone we can hide from God, there is no thought we can hide from Him.
He knows when we fail, when we miss it, when we feel like falling apart – and understands the why even better than we understand. He knows we are frightened before we even realize. He even knows the reason you have told your kiddos you were frightened, the doctor you were frightened, your bestie, your spouse, your mama. . . but he knows the real reason you were frightened.
We live surprised – but God is not!
God is waiting for you. . . Waiting for you to stop hiding and to tell Him exactly how you feel so He can help you!“ He already knows. . .
O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You understand my thought from afar.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.”
~ Psalm 139:1-4