As we drove home last night from our New Years Eve celebrations, we drove over freshly fallen snow.
The snow created a brightened view of the landscape, and the sky.
As we drove there were branches down, broken by the heavy snow. Hubby made a statement about nature purging the weak.
I noticed the large branches of the tall conifers that line the road to our home, normally out of my reach (even on tip toes), bending low to the ground under the weight of the snow.
Hubby’s words and the sight of the trees bent down made me think of the New Year.
Those mighty trees, held down by the miraculous power of tiny, weightless flakes, as though in prayer.
As I enter 2017, I feel strong, brave and firmly planted in my predictable life. Yet, I can be bent low by the smallest of events … heavy traffic, unexpected illness, things not going my way, putting my foot into my mouth.
Being bent low is not a bad thing. It is a way that my life can be pruned, trimmed of the weaknesses in my core. It is also the best posture to be in to lay my struggles, difficulties and insecurities at the feet of the one who will always hear my cry.
“Together they bend low and kneel down;
they are unable to rescue the images;
they themselves head off into captivity.
“Listen to me, O family of Jacob,
all you who are left from the family of Israel,
you who have been carried from birth,
you who have been supported from the time you left the womb.
Even when you are old, I will take care of you,
even when you have gray hair, I will carry you.
I made you and I will support you;
I will carry you andRescue you.”
Isaiah 46:2-4
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