Our snow waited to really fall this year. We kept thinking it would come, that we’d have an early, hard winter. (Up here, that’s a good thing.)
But it just kept waiting. Temperatures stayed warm and rain came, but any real snow was delayed.
When you’re waiting for something, something good, it’s hard to feel complete without it. Part of you is missing, and if you let it, hope starts to drain away. It’s easy to become consumed by what’s not there, instead of what is.
But sometimes, heaven is found in the waiting. Sometimes, delays are divine.
For in every delay, there is a purpose.
Finally, our snow has come in force, and we are getting blanketed in love from Heaven.
There are other delays, though, and they make my heart ache with a yearning to be done with this soul-stretching time.
But I’ve found that Christ is not in the destination nearly as much as He is along the path. Joy is found right now, not in completion and settledness. It is found in moments.
Small, fleeting moments of joy. And the more I thank Heaven for them, the more moments I find.
I know that eventually, the snow does come. Eventually, all is made right. But until then, deep breaths, hope in spite of all else, courage, and a thankful heart.