Nose-to-nose with a frosty bush
Winter walking, hot cocoa’s the push
Two above zero, cars sputter and complain
We cozy by fires snug in our slippers, the couch our terrain
Wonder what God’s creatures think?
Or His bare-limbed trees while beneath the snow their roots sink
Birds fluff their chests, plant tiny feet in the frigid
Scouring a meal, summer worms gone and won’t get them fed
My son and I spy chickadees
Bathing in gutter ice-melt, their whole bodies
Hopping in and out
I imagine their shout,
“How about us, God, and our cousins the sparrows?
We know Your people come first, but we are low on faith-filled fiery arrows”
Provisions for all who are lost, cold and hungry
May arrive dangling from a bungee
Or a quiet blessing sneaking into a nest for the mama of the flock
So silent it may be missed by bitter hearts waiting so long
Nature returns alive with color every Spring
Birds, deer, groundhogs … all of Our One True King
Hope lives in you and me
May we share it with hands to help and words we breathe
Jesus detours for one wandering sheep
Let us follow Him, praying to be used before we sleep
I should know by now not to plan too many days ahead. I didn’t expect to post today. On my walk yesterday in the bitter cold, I was taking pictures and praying. The first line of this poem was written on my heart.
I pray whatever is posted here, either by me or a guest, is used by God. That is why I write, well mostly. I also write to understand how to become more like Him. Letting go of the old self is a process, one we cannot hurry.
When I was in high school, I volunteered at a soup kitchen several times one winter. Afterward, I spoke to the entire student body about my experience. What was God preparing me for? How can I be intentional about using my hands to reach the lost and hungry now?
I would love to hear how God is using you this winter. Most of our country has been inundated with cold temps.
I invite you to start a discussion in the comments. All comments are answered here within 24 hours.
Stay warm, inside and out!