There are some things you just have to do. It’s so routine you don’t even think about it. At least, that is the way it is in our home. Brushing teeth every morning. Turning off the light when you are finished in the room. Making the bed. Doing the dishes as you cook so that they don’t pile up and prolong clean up later. Praying before you get out of bed each day, before meals, when you are angry or upset or excited or anxious or sad or depressed or fearful…and as your last thought as your eyes grow heavy in the dark of the night.
Winter brings more routine tasks. Antifreeze. Dripping faucets. New furnace filters. Changing the closet and drawers from summer clothes to sweaters and hoodies and coats and gloves. Treating the sidewalks, shoveling snow, and brushing snow off windshields.
Brushing snow is so easy. The snow is soft, quickly blown into the breeze of the sunshiny morning with each pass of the tool, and it leaves the windshield a sparkly clean, unlike having to use the scraper side when it is icy and gloves are left in the car because I didn’t realize it was icy and would require effort.
I am grateful for Westlake Hardware, their ice scraper, and the fact that I got to brush snow off the windshield yesterday morning.
I am grateful for a small group of friends who are my go-to when we need prayer.
I am grateful for toothpaste and a toothbrush.
I am grateful for a Halloween card from Delores that made me laugh. She sent us two Reese’s wrappers with the explanation that the candy didn’t last long enough to send to us.
I am grateful for lotion as the dry air begins to dry out my hands.
I am grateful for snow in October, even though the mums decided they were not okay with it all.
I am grateful for a message on Sunday about coveting and contentment.
I am grateful for a great friend who painted our home and blessed us with his presence all last week. Sam has a knack for finding the best craftsmen with the best attitudes. This home is filled with their workmanship.
I am grateful for a fireplace to enjoy with Sam this fall and winter, and for his planning and preparation so we would have plenty of wood.
I am grateful for the sound of leaves crunching as I walk through the yard and the fact that in the same week, I could enjoy leaf crunch AND snow quiet.
I am grateful for new Christmas stamps.
I am grateful for the relationships we have with Sam’s doctors.
I am grateful for a simple message given to me because of Tater the cat drinking his water. He meowed and meowed and then I noticed his bowl needed water. He drank and drank and drank and drank, and first, I was taken aback by his thirst. And then I watched him drink. It was consistent, small little “laps” with his tongue in rhythm with the bowl of water. His routine.
In this “winter season” of our reality, I want to thirst for God like Tate thirsted for water. I need to. I need to have consistent little “laps” of His Word, constantly crying out to God through my thoughts and my spoken prayers. “I need You. Sam needs You.” As The Message puts it: I’m on a diet of tears—tears for breakfast, tears for supper.
But as verse 11 shows me, it is a season. And God is God. He is our stability. He is our Rock when everything else around us feels like sand:
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
He’s [our = Rhonda and Sam] God.
It’s routine. Like brushing snow.