We have had quite the winter here in Iowa. I read somewhere that this is the coldest winter in 100 years. It's been snowy, icy and freezing cold. The kids have been out of school more than ever.
This morning, I woke up feeling "under the weather" and soon my daughter arrived in my bathroom, also under the weather. As I prayed on the bathroom floor for God to come and help, I felt this sweet surrender.
Whenever I am sick, I feel like I have much greater opportunities to pray and seek God. In the silence of my room, I am totally vulnerable. I thank Him for health, for family, for energy, for food, for everything. I beg for His help,
And I feel him pruning me.
He nudges me to stop trying so hard.
He brings to light things I need to give up and leave behind.
He shows me where I am wrong and need to apologize.
He gives me ideas of where He wants me next.
And He gently forgives as I ask.
The whole process is uncomfortable. I usually come away with some open wounds.
But in time, He heals each one of them.
I am thankful for the winter seasons in life, when I feel vulnerable to His pruning. And I am thankful He takes the time to sanctify me.
