Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Everyday Life: Forge Ahead

The wind moans, ushers in the whipping chill of November, and I suddenly become stricken by the cold pressing into my cheeks.

I step outside of my front door, feel the freeze soak into my skin and stiffen; slowly moving, barely breathing, I get stuck so easily in the grips of late fall, in the grasp of loss, knowing full well the depths of winter lie ahead. There is ache in my heart, fear of again being bone-cold beyond just the physical bone.

Mostly, I want to wrap up in a blanket, anchor myself to the couch and set up protest of the pending winter within the warmth of my own house, in the known comfort of sameness.

But little boys don't know the paralysis of cold, their hearts, their bodies don't stand in opposition of the change, in fear of the movement that walks us into the next moments.


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They just know that every day we wake, we forge ahead, despite the elements.

We move.

We breathe.

We cry.

We laugh.

We shout.

We love.

We burn.

We feel.

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And we move.


We move simply because life demands movement instead of still protest; they know all we can do is choose joy and dress* for the occasion. 

*Ephesians 6:10-18Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of {evil}."




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