Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away
in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much
more valuable than they?" (Matthew 6:26 NIV)
Today I awakened to a beautiful snowfall. The ground outside was
covered with a blanket of white powder. The trees were outlined in
broad strokes of white, and the world seemed pure and still. I love
days like this. They are rare here in the South.
Even the birds outside on our feeder seemed to be celebrating as they
flew back and forth for seeds or waited their turn by cushioning
themselves on the soft tufts of snow lining the railing of our deck.
I feel like these days are special gift-wrapped packages from our
Heavenly Father. There is a purity and innocence about them. I
treasure them in my heart.
So much of life is not easy or beautiful or pure. Those of us with
chronic illness know that. There are days and times that are just
plain hard. Struggles run the gamut from physical to emotional to
financial. None of us is immune. Sometimes we get news that is
God has not promised that our lives will be easy, but He has promised
to sustain us in our troubles and uphold us with His mighty right
hand. While we wait for negative circumstances to improve, if we keep
our hearts attuned to Him, He will empower us to get through
extraordinary difficulty with faith, hope, and love. He is our Rock in
unsteady times, our Anchor in the midst of the storm and our Provider
that never fails.
Just as we provide food for the birds in our feeder on this snowy day,
I know that God will not fail to provide for us in our time of need.
Love n hugs, frieda