All Weathers

 

 

The heavy clouds can hold it in no longer, and the snow falls soft and wet onto the cold earth. It blurs the sharp edges of bare branches stretching upwards. It begins to blanket mouldy leaves on the grass, moss on the stone dykes, and green daffodils pressing upwards through the frozen earth.

A stillness hangs in the air.

Winter. Even in the depths of winter, there is beauty. I’ve heard it said that there is no bad weather, just bad clothing. A properly warm jacket; a seriously cosy sweater; long johns. Thermal socks. Waterproofs. When I had Dusty and was out walking her daily, I discovered to my surprise that every day had something in it to commend it, to admire, as long as I went out properly prepared, suitably dressed.

Spiritually, we can slide into wintry valleys. A stillness may seem to have fallen over us from heaven, a silence. God has provided spiritual clothing to help us weather the storms. In his word; in music; in prayer. He knits together all the covering we need.

May you be covered by His love today. May you lean in and shelter in the shadow of the almighty, allow yourself to be gathered into his arms. He cares for you.

In all weathers, in all conditions, He is sufficient.