Imagine a dried piece of toast. That’s what my heart looked like coming out of the holidays. And I was so confounded by it.
I enjoyed such a rich time with my family and friends, a time for which I am so grateful and don’t take for granted. I don’t know about you, but families can be risky, so having a happy gathering is a big win at my house. Plus when your kids are home for two weeks, and your husband is on vacation, it generally means mom is not! But God answered my prayers that I would truly savor the times we had together. And we did!
Still when it was just me and Jesus again, the kids back at school, Chuck back to the office, the decorations back in boxes, I felt a little iced over. How can this be when we just spent a month celebrating God’s faithfulness and wonder?
Nevertheless. I was dried out. Iced over. Blah.
In the natural, winter demands protective measures. Covering pipes. Wearing warmer clothes. Increasing Vitamin D until the sunshine returns.
I’m finding the spiritual winter demands extra effort as well. The first step for me in warming up was understanding that I am not doing anything wrong necessarily. Continue reading