I climbed up a ladder yesterday to the top of my old house's roof. This was not a smart idea but I thought it might help me "process" the ending of this horrific trauma and move on. It did and it didn't. I learned the fire was far more extensive- as you can see from my rooftop photograph. LOL. I could smell that smell all over again- due to the high humidity and rain we've been having lately. It brought chill bumps to me. But, something else happened at the very same time. I could see God's hand at work. I can see God is creating a new beginning in my life. I have no idea what that holds- it is still very much unrevealed and unknown... but I can feel the presence of God with me. I look down and see the bright pink azaleas that survived- they are in full, glorious bloom-teaming with breathtaking beauty and new life... Though my house is stripped bare, the roof to be removed totally today- a new roof will be placed, I pray, and new walls, floors, etc will be built eventually.
Meanwhile, Spring is here. A wonderful reminder of the seasons of our life. A reminder that every single season, no matter how hard and dark, serves some purpose. Not that I confess to know what that purpose is- but I trust God knows.
This is the season of Lent. It has a new meaning for me this year- this time of meditation and reflection on Christ and his life- the ending and the beginnings. I am walking through each day with a heart that is both heavy and thankful, empty yet full, sad yet hopeful.
I remember that Christ continued to live his life- follow his calling- to the very bitter end- and then after. What an inspiration for little ole me to do the same thing. To know that I can carry my cross and follow the One who Makes all things new...
Peace and Grace,
Holly
