The heat rises slowly. But the frost does not give way.
It can be stubborn like that.
Cold and unfeeling.
Eventually its crystals will succumb. The persistence of warmth provides no other option.
And the progress is small at first. The tiniest of clearings at the far south of the windshield.
My vision is still highly impaired.
I watch as one warm spot edges out the coldness. Then another and another. Until one quick motion erases the ice and clears my view.
Sometimes joy creeps like that, too.
It started for me in the thumbs.
I don’t know, really, how long my fingers rode in stillness. Months, I am sure. Maybe even years. Until the day I found myself tapping rhythmically to the radio.
And I did not make it stop. I let it creep.
Steering wheel drum solos. Head-bopping. Full-fledged car karaoke.
On some days the frost returns. That doesn’t surprise me anymore.
A permanent smile is worn only by the foolish. Or the liar.
So I do not curse the coldness.
For I know where to find the warmth.
Because an ice-covered windshield clears faster when you turn it towards the sun.
And my heart, in search of joy, is no different.
Surely then you will find delight in the Almighty
and will lift up your face to God. (Job 22:26)
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The wonderful Kelli Woodford (Chronicles of Grace) is taking a well-deserved blogging break in December, but she has graciously let me borrow the Unforced Rhythm link-up community for the next few weeks. Your words are welcome here. So very welcome.
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