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The Open Window

I said "no" to God. I did.

The boys were occupied with their buddies so I had a few extra minutes to do what I do best: pick up the house. As I was putting things away walking from the inside to outside and back in again, I got a little grumpy. Our cold snap came a few days ago. While I wouldn't say it is warm outside (it was around 50 degrees), it definitely felt much warmer than days prior. Today is going to be beautiful. That wasn't my beef. My irritation was tied up in our future forecast for Christmas day: 70 degrees. Blah. I know. I know. Seventy degrees is perfect weather. But, it's not Christmas weather. I was wishing our arctic temps had waited a few days to arrive.

I made it back inside and into my bedroom. I began making my bed picking up pillows off the floor from where my boys slept last night. I always let them sleep in my room one night when their daddy is away on business. I opened the windows to get some fresh air and went back to straightening blankets. That's when I heard the bold voice of God.

"Get on your knees."

And I said "no".

I had a lot on my mind. I have many around me suffering and hurting. My sweet precious father-in-law is in the hospital battling pneumonia and complications with Crohn's disease. My thoughts were running but cleaning was helping. Cleaning is my control agent. I feel better when things are tidy and in their place. I just wanted to finish making my bed. I didn't want to get on my knees in that moment.

As I felt the fresh air whip through my room, I realized I needed the crisp air. The warmer air refreshed my soul. My soul needed a jump start.

I moved to my office and cracked the window there. I finally listened to God and got on my knees. I usually have a lot to say, but this time was different. I sat there, palms open, breeze filling the room in silence. That silence was the most rejuvenating five minutes I have had in a while.

God always knows what we need and he always delivers. Rarely does it look like we imagine and often times we say no. But, he is always there. Sometimes his voice is bold and loud. Sometimes it comes through a whisper in the breeze.

Today I am reminded that while I enjoy the artic temps in the winter, the reprieve is also nice. My soul needs an open window from time-to-time. Today was one of those days and I didn't know it. I would have missed the refreshment he had to offer me if I let my no stand. I am glad I didn't.

As I sit next to the open window today breathing in the warmer air, I am thankful I have a God who cares about the state of my souls; who knows that a little fresh air is all it takes to revive me.

When it is 70 degrees on Christmas day, I will be thankful for the twinkly lights on the patio and that it's not too cold for my family to gather around the fire pit. Life is about moments. I better live them because I sure know I can't control the weather.

"The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." Zephaniah 3:19

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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