“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed.”
2 Corinthians 4:7-9
You can’t make this stuff up.
We are under another snowfall warning- this less than twenty four hours from oohing and ahhing over those pretty crocuses from yesterday’s post, and removing my sweater on my hike because I was so warm.
But I’m not too worried.
See, I know who wins this epic seasonal battle. Winter is making a last-ditch attempt at an all-out coup – good try, good try. But no dice.
I know who wins.
Every year without fail – some years earlier and after less feisty a war than others – Spring beats those north winds back into the North Pole and shows Winter who’s boss, with a warm and gentle rather than a hostile takeover.
Now, don’t get me wrong. My senses are screeching otherwise.
My skin rebels against the cold. My ears hear the howl of that North wind. My eyes tell me that it looks like November. It looks, sounds and feels as though I’m never going to go barefoot in green grass again.
But here’s the lesson in all this.
My senses are accurate – yet I have hidden knowledge, life experience, and a calendar. And those all whisper that while things look dire, they really aren’t. My heart of hearts is convinced that this is only a temporary setback.
Spring will be here soon. For real.
Will you remind your heart of this when your senses tell you that all is lost?
Will you remind your spirit that even though it looks like there are no jobs available for a person of your skill set, even though you are too discouraged to stand up for yourself against unjust accusations, even though that problem you’ve been praying over for so long hasn’t been resolved yet, that what your senses register today may change overnight?
I have hidden knowledge, life experience, and a calendar.
God is still on His throne.
And I know who wins!
This epic battle between right and wrong, good and evil, corruption and integrity, whole and twisted, has an end. And the King of Kings is already the champion. His victory – and by extension, yours – has already been assured. It is finished!
We just have to live through the skirmishes while we wait for the promised Paradise.
Don’t let your senses fool you into giving up.
This isn’t over.
I know Who wins.
Believe in the coming Spring with me?
Father, life on this flawed earth was not Your original design. Our hearts were made for Eden, yet we are stuck in a Narnian winter! Remind us that You are working in and through our circumstances to bring about the beauty and grace of a heavenly Spring. Remind us that You win! Amen.