It is only during the early days of winter moments such as these exist. When clouds hide what’s left of the afternoon light and snow falls like a sheet over a sleeping body.
And the house becomes quiet this time of day, this time of year. All warm and dimly lit with books stacked high and cats curled tight.
So when I read it, everything felt just as it should be. Like the words had been saved for this particular moment:
He will come in His own time, and when you least expect it. Hope in Him more than ever; thank Him with me for the favors He does you, particularly the fortitude and patience which He gives you in your afflictions. It is a plain mark of the care He takes of you. Comfort yourself, then, with Him, and give thanks for all. (Brother Lawrence)
I hovered over the words, read each one slowly, again and again.
Here, I thought, is the greatest blessing we could ever receive and perhaps our biggest challenge too. Because how do you respond to such steadfast love?
But God, I suspect, is more easily satisfied than us, for he knows how we were made, he remembers that we are dust.
And a few pages later, there is this:
Let us make way for grace; let us redeem the lost time, for perhaps we have but little left.
It comes to me fast and without any fuss and I hesitate at how simple it is:
We respond to grace by making room for grace, here, in the present moment, by giving thanks.
I almost wish I had more to add, an insight of my own but no, this is more than enough.