Sketchism

Today introduced the beautiful cold weather that I’ve been longing for all year. It’s a lovely feeling walking outside and shivering for a few seconds before settling inside my car. It brings a newness to the day that the rest of the year lacks. I turn on the car, crack the window open about an inch and head out to my destination. Traffic doesn’t seem like such a big deal when that cool breeze massages my left cheek and I can sit and watch the sun rising, bringing life back into the veins of the city. A feeling of thanksgiving engulfs my body and I whisper a prayer to the Lifegiver who makes it all so beautiful.

Despite the daily urgency of schedules and deadlines and meetings and assignments, God still finds a way to get my attention. It’s refreshing to catch a glimpse of glory, especially in these days of anxiety and rebellion. And I speak of only myself. As I was telling a good friend of mine, my spiritual walk has been at a declining pace lately. The treadmill of life seems to have me by the soles of my feet and gripping tighter. A sense of shame lingers in that corner behind my heart, masked as anxiety for the things of this world. God is calling for my attention and I’m too afraid to turn around. He walks behind me and I feel as if he’s chasing me. But the perception is all wrong. I’ve been walking away faster and faster, secretly hoping I would trip and fall into His arms once again. I need his grace. I need that warmth when the days get too cold. These new mornings are inviting to me, and I pray that I’ll accept the invitation.

God blesses if we allow him to.